ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+
ok i've decided to make this a chubby reader AND set in modern tech era bc really not much would change and i prefer
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+
unfortunately i got really high and forgot to add in the part where they make their relationship off and got straight to the smut. additionally, it has been a significant amount of time since my last work and i wold like to apologize ahead of time if you pick up on stylistic changes in my writing. i am very out of practice and only just got in the mood to finish this work,, so quality definitely isn't what it used to be. i also haven’t completely gotten used to tumblrs format so i’m sorry this is so ugly
i also have failed to proofread as always since my keyboard thinks its funny to mess w me rn. ill most likely come back and make some tweaks eventually. i always do lol
the rest of that first day was... weird to say the least. people who wouldn't usually give you the time of day, as if you were a regular stain on the wall, suddenly had some interest in you. was it because you spent the summer out of state? because you came back with an entirely new wardrobe? because you were suddenly confident, suddenly had interesting things to say?
that's ridiculous. you refused to believe it. besides, you didn't care what they thought. all you cared about was the trio of boys and your best friend. they were the only people you wanted to spend time with. and who could blame you? you'd only known them for all of highschool up until now.
by the end of the day, you were exhausted from all the attention you had been receiving. you wondered if this was how new students and anyone regularly receiving that much attention felt. it was awful.
but finally, the end of the school day. you could leave and go home, do whatever you want- oh, right!! klitz wanted to hang out after school! suddenly you felt nervous again. not that you knew why. you'd already kissed the guy, so he knows how you feel. what's the big deal? there is no big deal.
until, of course, you saw him approaching, with eli and matt in tow. eli had a smug grin on his face and matt was snickering at something you couldn't hear. klitz looked like a wreck. sweaty, shaky, and pale. scratch that last one. he's always been that pale. poor boy hardly ever sees any sun. you'd have to change that. get some healthy color in him.
"hi guys!!" you smiled, waving as you walked over.
eli smiled and waved at you, walking over faster than the other two. he was always like this. an overexcitable puppy, you liked to call him. you were surprised he didn't pee a little bit when he first saw you earlier today. he always seemed like the type to pee when he gets excited.
"hey y/n." klitz greeted nervously, his voice shaky. he was definitely nervous for whatever you had in store for him.
you grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, using your other hand to hold his arm and keep him at your side. "hey klitzy boo~"
matt greeted you and took his spot in the small circle you four were forming. "so, what're we doing tonight?" he asked.
"oh, sorry. klitz and i are gonna be... uh.. occupied tonight-" you started before eli cut you off.
"UGHHHHHHHH!" he groaned in exasperation. "you mean to tell me, we don't get to see you for a whole summer and you're gonna spend your first night back with klitz??? i always knew you wanted to ride him like a freak, but i never thought i'd see the day you would abandon us to do it!"
you had to laugh. you had to give it to him. eli's definitely funny. a giggle passed your lips and klitz started trembling. you just sounded so angelic.
"i PROMISE we'll hang out tomorrow! i just have some lost time to make up for with klitz." you defended. "besides, i bet you guys don't even know he kissed me this morning. that kinda changes things a little bit."
"HE KISSED YOU?" matt shouted.
"WHAT DOES THAT CHANGE??" eli's shouts overlapped matt's.
you laughed. "you know what i mean, right klitz? can you explain it to them?"
he sighed, hating to have to explain this to his friends. "yea, i kissed her earlier. and it doesn't change everything but it might just mean that... yknow... we won't be spending every day together.. y/n and i are gonna want private time too."
"WHY NOT?" eli started. "yknow i wouldn't mind watching you two do a little.." he started wiggling his fingers together from both hands, trying to make a sexual gesture??
your jaw dropped and you had to contain your laughter. "oh, stop it! only way you'll be seeing that is if we decide to tease you and send a video." you rolled your eyes.
eli visibly slouched, your words distressing him. he turned to klitz, grabbing his shoulders roughly. "klitzy.... klitzy, klitzy, klitzy..."
"what, eli?" klitz hesitated, scared of what eli could possibly have in store.
"OH BABIE PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE," eli dropped to his knees, tugging on klitz's pant leg and literally sobbing at this point. tears streamed down his cheeks like a waterfall and snot was collecting on his upper lip. disgusting. " YOU GOTTA FUCK HER, BRO! FOR ME!! FOR MEEEE!! RIDE IT, SUCK IT, LICK IT, SPIT ON IT FOR MEEEEEEE!!!"
people were beginning to stare, and klitz hated having people look at him. he would say anything to get eli to stop this tantrum. "yea, whatever, dude. i'll do her raw and hard just like you would want to..."
"promise?" eli squeaked, holding out his pinky finger.
klitz sighed, putting his pinky out as well and linking it with eli's. "i promise."
you couldn't help the giggle that escaped you. you wouldn't necessarily be upset if klitz followed through with that promise...
"well, we really should get going. we wouldn't want to be late for.... yea!!" you smiled, tugging klitz's arm and trying to get him away from the boys. "we'll talk to you guys tomorrow!! fill you in on all the details, don't even worry. it'll be like you guys were there!! promise!"
matt rolled his eyes. "what if we don't WANT-"
"THANK YOU!" eli sobbed, still on his knees. he turned to matt and began hugging his legs, crying into his knees.
taking a deep breath, you hugged klitz's arm, pulling him in the direction of your house. it wasn't a long walk, and not an unfamiliar one, either. ever since you had become friends with the tripod, everybody regularly got at everybody's houses. it wasn't uncommon for you to wake up to your mom telling you the boys were waiting downstairs. it was a little silly, actually.
"so, my parents actually won't be home tonight..." you started. "they wanted to visit my grandparents, so we've got the house to ourselves! we can do whatever you want."
"whatever i want?" he gulped, that nervous feeling rising up again.
you nodded your head. "yup!" and popped the 'p' as you spoke.
he hummed in thought. "well, we could watch that movie you were telling me about last time... or do our homework."
"homework?" you raised a brow. "i am not doing that shit. i'll get to it tomorrow."
he laughed. "ok, ok. how do you feel about the movie then?"
"i like that idea!! we've got some snacks at home so we can have fun getting a whole spread out!" you smiled.
once the two of you got inside, you let klitz raid the pantry and fridge while you ran around trying to find the dvd for the movie you mentioned to him not too long ago. once you finally found it, you sang victoriously. "finally!"
running back to the living room, you paused at the base of the stairs, watching klitz for a moment. he was sitting in front of a coffee table, setting up the snacks very carefully. he sat back for a second before leaning back and turning a bag of chips just a few centimeters over. he sat back and made a motion with his hands as if to say "stay."
you didn't want to startle him, let alone make him think you're making fun, but you giggled. "oops- sorry. it doesn't have to be perfect y'know. we're probably gonna mess it up anyways."
his eyes widened at that. at first he took it the wrong way, seeing only a sexual meaning in that statement. then he realized you were right. reaching for snacks and pulling them out of the bags would only result in a messed up sequence of what he originally laid out. he felt so silly for being so easily flustered.
"you're right. i just wanted it to look nice." he stuttered.
you smiled, taking a spot on the floor to put the dvd in. "well, i appreciate the effort klitzy poo."
he smiled and sat back on the couch, clearing his throat out of nervous habit. once the dvd was in, you grabbed the remote and took a spot next to klitz, instantly snuggling up in his side. he tensed up at that, fear and nervous thoughts instantly swarming his mind.
what if he smells bad? what if you can hear how fast his heart is beating? what if you can tell how nervous he is by listening to his breathing pattern? are you as nervous as he is? it doesn't seem like it. why can't he be as relaxed as you???
the movie started and you smiled, snuggling deeper into him. "you're gonna love this!! you like romcoms right?"
"o-oh! yeah! they're popular for a reason." he laughed nervously, and you giggled at how nervous he was.
a part of you liked knowing that you made him this nervous. another part wished he could just relax around you. you knew you would never judge him or anything like that. maybe he didn't know that.
about half an hour into the movie, HALF AN HOUR, there was a sex scene. at this point, klitz had finally relaxed and rested a hand on your hip, occasionally massaging the area subconsciously, as if it was something he'd done a thousand times (which he had. when you went shopping with the boys and it was crowded, he had a habit of holding and pulling you close to him so he doesn't lose you.)
klitz was already tense as it was, but you felt the feminine urge to tease him. with your free hand, you rested it on his thigh, running your thumb over it smoothly, slowly.
you could feel his thigh tense up under your touch and heard his breath get caught in his throat. he was holding his breath, watching you carefully. were you aware of the effect you had on him? could you tell? his hands were shaking and covered in a layer of sweat.
your hand slowly started massaging his thigh, moving up, up, up. you waited for a reaction. but he was focusing so hard on the movie and trying to block out what you were doing to him. he was gonna snap if this went on any longer.
your hand finally got high enough to where he couldn't take it.
he whined and stood up instantly, is if trying to get away before he embarrassed himself. "w... we should do something!!"
"like what, klitzy?" you asked, batting your lashes. "have anything in mind?"
his breath hitched and he could feel a heat pooling in his groin. he sighed. he knew exactly what he wanted to do to you, he just didn't have the confidence to get himself there. fuck it. yolo... or whatever. "let's get freaky."
did he seriously just say that. he could've said literally anything else. he was slapping himself repeatedly in his head, cursing himself for being so damn stupid.
"okay!" you smiled, sitting up.
fuck. he didn't think that would work. you're so pretty. he just wants to worship you, make you feel good in every way possible. "wait, wait, wait- actually???"
you sighed, standing and slowly walking over to him. "klitz, i think you fail to realize just how long i've been waiting for this moment. do you have any idea how long i've been infatuated with you?"
you rested your hands on his chest, slowly sliding them down, down, down to his belt buckle. you gave it a tug and sank to your knees. he could hardly breathe, hardly think. this was actually happening. this wasn't a dream, or some fantasy he was coming up with again.
"w-wait!!" he stopped you. "not like this. i wanted to please you."
your face burned in embarrassment and you shamelessly got butterflies from that statement alone. "oh!" you giggled nervously. but if he wanted to take charge, you would let him. "what do you want me to do?" you asked, standing again.
"just sit back on the couch. make yourself comfortable." he said, lightly nudging you back.
once you were seated he walked over, dropping to his knees before you. he stared into your eyes for a moment, just taking you in. you smiled at him, suddenly a little nervous. you didn't know what to expect from him. you were rigid, sitting up straight and staring down at him.
he offered you a smile back, before looking down. he grabbed your leg, kissing your knee through the pants you were wearing. you suddenly wished you had changed into something else when you had gotten home.
he kissed the top of your bare foot, running a hand along your leg under your pant leg.
he could feel how smooth your skin was, how warm it was. he could smell your perfume. the smell lasted forever, it always had, but this time it was intoxicating. he reached up, slowly following his hands with his lips, kissing a trail from your ankle to your knee. once he reached your thighs, he paused. he looked up at you, double checking that this was what you wanted.
you nodded your head. "keep going." you mumbled, afraid your voice would fail you.
he finally unbuttoned your pants, unzipped them, and tugged them off of you carefully. he stared at the panties you were wearing for a few seconds. he'd seen those before. they were your favorite.
you used to tease him by bending over when you wore skirts and turn around and say 'oops' when you saw he was behind you. just another one of those things he wished for so long you could've done in a different setting. but teasing each other had always been the nature of your friendship.
his breath shuddered, and it left goosebumps on your thighs. his hands were on your knees, gently pushing them apart to make room for his head. you didn't fight him, but god were you nervous.
he kissed your inner thigh, taking a deep breath as he did so. he continued to kiss inward, trailing from your knee all the way up until he was right in front of your clothed pussy. he kissed right at the hem of your panties.
you suppressed a whine. "oh, get on with it already, don't tease me."
he laughed nervously before finally pulling off your underwear. he grabbed a hold of your soft hips and pulled you closer. you were now barely sitting on the couch, your weight being supported by your arms. the closer he got to your arousal, the deeper your breaths became. klitz spread your legs farther, wanting a better view of you.
he could smell you, practically taste you. he'd never admit just how horny that made him. he loved the smell, the look of it all. his cock twitched in his pants, and he had to stop himself from groaning aloud.
he started by kissing you, right above your clit. you shuddered at the feeling, scooting a little farther out. "please, klitz, just- just-"
you would've specified what you wanted but his lips latching on to your clit kind of made you lose your train of thought. you couldn't help it. you moaned instantly. he hummed against you, dragging his tongue against your clit. reaching up, he sank two fingers into you, gently curling them upward directly onto your sweet spot.
your hands immediately found their way to his head, pulling him closer, cursing aloud all the while. "fuck- right there-"
your moans were enough to stimulate him. he loved the sounds you were making. anytime you moaned, he couldn't help but moan as well. you just sounded so hot, so needy. and knowing he was making you feel so good only urged him to do more, to do better.
you had no idea where he learned to do this. as far as you knew, he was as inexperienced as you were, not that it really mattered anyway. you were just startled.
almost desperate for breath, he pulled away. his glasses were fogged, and his hair was a little messed up.. practically the most arousing vision ever. he pressed his thumb to your clit, the two fingers inside you working their magic while you squirmed on the couch. you wrapped your legs around him, crossing your ankles where they met over his spine. you wanted to keep him as close as possible.
your arms were trembling now, beginning to buckle under your weight just a bit. you whined, the pleasure overwhelming you. you were getting close. you could feel a neediness build up in you, and you could hardly contain yourself.
"harder, faster, faster, fuck-" you panted, throwing your head back.
his free hand came up, kneading the plush of your thigh before trailing further up, under your shirt. he tenderly ran his hands over the soft skin of your stomach before finally finding your right breast. your moans deepened.
"i'm gonna cum-" you warned, your body bending to prepare for the wave of pleasure. he went right back with his mouth, removing his fingers so he could fully taste your pleasure.
he moaned against your clit, pushing you right over the edge. right as your moans turned to a scream, and you pushed his head farther into your pussy, he came as well, effectively ruining his pants.
he moaned against your clit, deeper, longer this time. the electric feel of his voice against your clit sent a shock of your spine, a small whimper leaving your lips. you panted, shocked by the overwhelming pleasure. your ears were ringing and you couldn't quite focus your eyes on anything. "klitz... i.. christ, that's the best i've ever had.."
you couldn't catch your breath for a solid minute, finally sitting up and running a hand through your hair. you noticed the spot on his pants and your hand flew to your mouth. "oh my god-"
he was still catching his breath. he pushed his still somewhat foggy glasses up, and eyes you curiously. "what is it?"
"did you..?" you paused.
he looked down and back up to you, his eyes now fearful. "i'm sorry! i know, it's, like, super pathetic and weird of me-"
"shut up, i think it's hot." you rushed. "did me feeling that good.. make you feel good?"
he nodded his head slowly.
"sick." you paused. "but are you gonna fuck me or are we leaving it at this?"
"whatever you want?" he looked up at you expectantly.
you smiled, batting your lashes at him. "i want you to ruin me. i want your dick balls deep inside me, klitzy."
his eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and his brows raised immediately. he didn't think you were capable of being so vulgar. especially in real life, compared to your texts. he gulped hard. fuck. he took a deep breath before leaning forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. he supported his weight on your bare knees, massaging and caressing the skin there.
you sighed dreamily, melting under his touch. your eyes fluttered shut and you smiled. "you don't have to treat me as if i'm fine china." you giggled.
"you're just about as precious to me." he murmured as he stood to sit beside you on the couch.
you nearly swooned aloud, the words alone giving you butterflies. you grabbed a hold of his hands, his soft, gorgeous hands, and pulled him closer to you.
you stared at each other for a moment, awkward and nervous silence settling between the two of you. you raised a hand up to his cheek, cupping it gently. he melted into your touch, sighing deeply. you leaned forward and pressed a short kiss to his lips.
he barely got the chance to kiss back before you pulled away and pressed your hand to his chest, running it along the whole of his torso, stopping at the hem of his shirt. you glance back up at him for a split second, noticing the way he's watching your hands so intensely. a smile pulls at the corners of your lips and you finally lift the shirt up and over his head, throwing it a short distance away.
once again, you ran your hands up and down his chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly beneath your fingertips. your smile widened, and you went further, further down to his belt buckle, undoing it with ease. his breath caught in his throat, nervous once again. you pull his pants down, leaving him in his boxers. you don't say anything, just scoot closer.
you hover over him, your hands on either side of his head, and press another kiss to his lips. "can i keep going?"
"please." he sighs.
you giggle a bit and finally go back to pulling off the final layer. you don't say anything but your eyes widen visibly. it's silent between the both of you for a moment, the movie filling in for your lack of words.
"is something wro-" he starts, before you cut him off.
"KLITORIS??" you shout. "WHY HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THIS FROM ME FOR SO LONG???"
"huh-"
you scream into your hands. there's a panic in your whole body, excited to just devour his cock whole. "klitz, if i had known you had such a juicy, scrumptious, fat cock, i- UGHHHHH-"
you quickly composed yourself, taking a deep breath. when you looked back to klitz, you noticed just how red his face was. you smiled again and he began stuttering.
"um so anyways-"
"i'm gonna ride you." you said with a straight face. "and you're gonna hold me like this."
he gasped, a nervous chuckle following quickly after. "oh-! okay.."
scooting forward and putting your legs on either side of his hips, you grabbed his hands, placing them on your plush hips. his hands were trembling, and you asked again if this was what he wanted, to which he vigorously nodded his head.
you smiled, still looking down at him. his shoulders rested just above the arm rest of the couch, you were almost at perfect eye level with him. "are you gonna take your shirt off?" he asked. "you don't have to, but-"
you practically ripped your shirt off before he could even finish. he was in absolute awe of you. the illumination from the tv made you look almost angelic, looking down on him like this. you were glowing, ethereal. an angel.
his eyes trailed your body from top to bottom, admiring every inch. the way your tits sat, and your soft stomach, your amazing hips, and your thighs that had him weak in the knees. your gorgeous, wet pussy, just moments away from him. his cock twitched and it reminded him of what was about to happen.
"you ready?" you asked.
he nodded his head again, and you didn't need another second to think before slowly lowering yourself on his erection. you let out a shaky breath, looking down and watching to see how much you were taking in. klitz bit his lip, nearly moaning aloud. you were so wet, so warm. so perfect. his hands gripped your hips tighter than you expected. your breath shuddered slightly, your hands finding their place on his shoulders for support. you sank down as far as you could, finally releasing your breath once you stopped. it had hurt, just as expected, but not as bad as you anticipated. raising yourself up again, you started to build a rhythm as best you could.
your breath was unsteady, as were your legs. klitz could hardly bare it. any of it. he wanted to just grab you harder, move you to a rhythm he much more preferred. just absolutely destroy you. he whined suddenly, his fingers on your hips twitching slightly, their grip never loosening.
after a moment or so, klitz finally snapped, his grip somehow tightening. he lifted you and pulled you back down just how he wanted you to. his hips thrusted up into yours, meeting you halfway and creating harder thrusts. he moaned aloud, his breath shuddering slightly. he could barely take it. you were perfect. he felt as though you were made just for him. a perfect fit. you gasped at his sudden action, although pleasantly surprised nonetheless. but he didnt stop there, of course. he continued manipulating your movements at a rhythm he much preferred to the one you were moving to.
his moans flooded the room, louder than the movie you had put on. he was so glad he had finally plucked the courage to say something. he knew things wouldnt be the same after this, and he was perfectly okay with that. this is exactly what he's been dreaming of for years anyways.
he kept pushing and pulling, at first just quicker, but as time passed, you felt him pull you down onto him much rougher than before. you could feel his tip reaching deeper than you thought possible. you moans soon turned into slurred speech, begging him to go quicker, begging to cum.
he didnt want this to end so soon, though. still, he was kind to you, and did as asked. he helped you move quicker again, and began thrusting his hips upward, meeting you in the middle and bringing a roughness to the speed that was needed to push you over the edge.
he watched your body, the way it reacted to his movements, the way it rippled with every thrust. he thought you had never been more beautiful, your makeup smudged and smeared around your eyes from sweat and tears formed from pleasure. sweat glistened on your skin, but still.. gorgeous.
soon enough, he heard your moan get louder, and louder, louder. then he felt your body relax, your walls tightening around him, pulsing with your orgasm. it felt.. divine. klitz was in ecstasy, and he hadn't even cum yet. just watching you come undone made him feel just as good as you did in that moment. he moaned, his brows furrowed and jaw slacked open. you looked absolutely angelic when you were feeling the pinnacle of pleasure. he didn't stop there, though. he grabbed your hips and in a second you were on your stomach, ass up and all. you were nearly exhausted and completely drenched. not just sweat, but the liquid arousal between your legs. he wanted to devour you again, but first, he wanted to cum.
he lined his hips up once more, pressing the tip against your cunt. a shaky breath escaped him as he pressed further, slowly sinking deeper and deeper. once he was in as far as he could go, he released a deep moan at the same time as you. he pulled out and started working up his rhythm again. his moans grew louder and louder. you were still sensitive from your orgasm, and you could feel another rapidly approaching. you hoped klitz was as close as you so you could cum at the same time. his breath was sharp and shallow, but his movements never fell out of rhythm. you turned your head, trying to get a good view of his face. you wanted to see his face twisted in pleasure as he cums. breathy moans turned to whining as his orgasm came closer and closer. he could feel it building up inside him.
he looked down at you, taking in your figure once more. he didn't fail to notice your perfect ass, and the way it rippled in time with his thrusts. god, he thought, she really is out of my league. he couldn't stop himself. his dream girl was right in front of him and holy shit his dick is really inside her. finally, he couldn't take it anymore. he grunted, trying to catch his breath.
"god, y/n, i'm gonna cum!" he started moving faster, fucking you even deeper and harder.
you were getting close, too, the pleasure overwhelming you. tears welled in your eyes and you let out a sob as your orgasm came crashing down on you. klitz came too, your orgasm only bringing him more pleasure, just the right amount to push him over the edge. he pulled out just in time for the thick ropes of cum to shoot across your back. the both of you slumped over and took a minute to catch your breath. tears continued to stream down your face as you recovered from your intense orgasm.
once you could finally speak again, you spoke up. "fuck, klitz... i'm gonna want a lot more days like this, if you don't mind."
"anything for you." he sighed dreamily. he pulled himself up and turned to the tv as he scooched his way over to you. reaching for the remote, he pulled you closer to him. "we won't be finishing this, will we?"
humming a simple response as you shook your head, you snuggled deeper into his embrace with closed eyes. in his arms, you didn't struggle to relax. he was warm and his heartbeat was soothing. suddenly, your eyes shot open.
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."
"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?
The eyes burn in your back, watching you silently in the crowded room, but you already know where they're coming from. You don't need to turn back to know it's from someone with brown hair and thin glasses over a cute nose.
He's watching? He'll get a show.
warnings: 18+, slightly sub!klitz, fdom! popular reader, teasing, exhibitionism, size kink, edging, handjob, rough male oral sex, hand kink, fingering, riding, a pinch of fluff
word count: 6.2k
"Holy shit, is that her?"
Eli grabs Klitz's attention with a slap on his chest. He looks up from where he's been fixating on his red solo cup, to where Eli is pointing. There's some commotion going on, someone is arriving, and then Klitz freezes.
Oh yes, it is definitely you.
"Fuck man, look at that." Eli says, giving him a playful shove on his back. The force of the impact almost makes him spill his drink.
"Dude, keep it down." He almost says in a panicked voice even though there's music blasting throughout the party.
He knew that you were going to be here, that's the only reason Eli had eventually managed to drag him here in the first place. But Klitz realizes he might actually fucked up in actually showing up.
You're standing, nursing the bottle of beer and talking with some people that have begged for your attention since you arrived. More like you let friends do the talking and you nod along to whatever they were saying. You were focused somewhere else, subtly searching in the crowd. Searching for brown hair and thin glasses over a cute nose. You can already feel the eyes on you, you just don't know from where.
So, you might have a bit of a pet project.
He's nerdy and shy, and you know how he always looks at you across the classes you have together. He's fun entertainment. Teasing him with just a brush of your hand. And your friends can't find out because one time you hinted you might like him, and they laughed, you're kidding right?
Yeah, so what if he has that haircut that should've looked horrendous in someone else, but you found it so adorable on him? The brown bangs and shoulder-length. Grabbable. You can feel the eyes burning into you more. You try for your right then left side, no luck trying to look past the crowd.
Your friends couldn't find out because one, it would be social suicide, and two, you wouldn't hear the end of it for months.
That didn't mean you couldn't have some fun.
The crowd finally starts to disperse a little, and yes! you spot him sitting on the couch with a drink, looking lost and out of place. His friend is ignoring him and trying to hit on a girl nearby.
You can spy him from the corner of your eyes and you're not the only one already observing. You finally found your little voyeur.
He lets his eyes run up from your cute heels to your legs, he thinks, your dress shows your thighs nicely. Ends dangerously close to your ass. You feel Klitz's eyes follow your curves, how it's wrapped through your body, fabric stretched more over your tits, where a necklace dips between the low neckline. Your earrings dangle at your sides.
Klitz swallows the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. You laugh at something one of your friends says and he sees how you bite your lip, cross your arms and the action squishes your chest more. Your pretty painted nails and hands wrapped around the beer bottle. Now the dress is swaying in the air as you move around.
From the corner of your eye you see him shifting. Still his attention on you.
He's watching? He'll get a show.
You finally turn your face to him. Klitz jumps as you make eye contact. He's been caught looking.
You smile, more like a predatory grin, glancing at your friends who haven't noticed your absence from the conversation. You turn again at him, gripping the cold bottle in your hand before you start to take another subtle swing.
He follows the movement. His eyes are above the red solo cup he's holding, cheeks puffed full of unswallowed drink as if you had interrupted him mid-drink. He's looking very closely through those thin glasses, and god, he looks up at you in reverence.
Your fingers grip the beer, and your lips suck slowly the bottle opening, drinking the liquid. Salty and fresh. You're catching his undivided attention, you're desired and lusted over, it makes your skin tingle. Watch here, over here, yes like that. Good boy. You don't care if your lip gloss is getting ruined as you see Klitz's eyes widening in shock. His eyes are only on you. Is he imagining himself on your lips instead right now? Your sweet red mouth in that pretty lipstick wrapped around him. Your tongue running through him. He doesn't need to look anywhere but you, why would he. Oh, you got him squirming on the sofa now.
You let some beer drip down, and it slides off the corner of your lips, down your neck. Klitz wonders if he could beg you to lick it clean. He feels himself twitch in his pants. Your tongue licks the bottle once before stopping.
Still maintaining eye contact, your fingers gather some liquid from the sides of your mouth, before sucking them clean.
You throw him a little wink.
And Klitz's suddenly choking on his drink, spilling some next down his friend's shoes as he tries to breathe.
"Seriously, man?" The friend turns to him and Klitz's apologizing, and then he's turning back to look at you, then back at the mess he's made. There it is. That little blush you love so much.
You have to bite the side of your finger in order not to burst into giggles. He's fumbling around trying to clean up, flustered, as he feels your eyes on you.
You down the last bits of your drink in one go, turning back to your friend's conversation while trying not to show too much of your excitement. They must think it's something funny from what they said because they don't notice. You wait a moment more, still vaguely aware of the curses and commotion happening over there, grabbing the end of your dress to keep you from stealing a look.
God, what a boring convo the frat boys and the cheerleader squad are having in front of you.
You glance back again to the couch, but it is now empty. You just barely manage seeing brown hair making a quick retreat outside through the kitchen backdoor.
"I'll be back guys," You won't, but you're already walking away from the complaining and pleading bunch for you to stay. "Just let me go get something else to drink, I promise."
His face is buried in his hands as he tries to think what he did to deserve this. Forgetting to accidentally return that book to the library in 8th grade has come back to haunt him. How could he embarrass himself in front of you like that? He lets a pained moan as he remembers spluttering all over his feet. God, it was so bad that Eli had even abandoned him for some girl.
He's dwelling outside sitting in a too small bench thinking if driving home now would be good. At least this place is deserted, seemingly only he would think to sit here, and that makes him groan more against his palm.
But then he's hearing movement, earrings and jewelry dangling, heels clicking on the floor, before they stop near him.
"Hey, is this seat taken?"
Klitz looks up from his hands. Oh, he definitely wasn't expecting to be you. It takes him a moment to comprehend what's happening, looking at you as if petrified. Then looks at the small place beside him on the bench.
"Um, No- no It's not. You can sit." You watch him with an amused look as he struggles, and stutters over an explanation. It's like he's learning how to speak for the first time. "I-if you want, of course. But, no- it's not taken."
"Okay, thank you! I will."
And then you go sit on his lap.
Klitz is not proud of the sound that escapes his mouth.
The garden bench space given is only big enough for you to sit, but your thighs and legs stretch across his lap happily. Maybe he was made for this. The position forces you to face him and so you take the opportunity to get closer to him.
"Oops, hope you don't mind! I know there's not enough space, but my legs are seriously killing me." You let your hands slide down your legs to state your point. Klitz follows the path of your fingers through your glowing skin with wide eyes.
He thinks he is going to die.
"Klitz, right?" You say nonchalantly, not looking at him while you shift, adjusting the bag strap of your purse, trying to get more comfortable on his lap. One of your arms goes to rest on the bench headrest.
He's praying, begging to every god, deity, and saint he's ever heard of, not to get hard now. Not now when the weight of your thighs, and he's not looking he swears, are resting on his lap. His hands twitch at his sides, he thinks he has started to sweat.
Up this close he can see your neckline, your tits- can smell the sweet perfume you're wearing.
"You know my name." It is the only appropriate thing it occurs to him to point out. What is going on, how do you know his name, why are you even here sitting with him?
"Yeah, we have that class together, don't we? It's always fun seeing you there." And fuck you can't help the little tug in your lips, pretending like you don't remember making him fluster every fucking time across class.
You loved to tease him, you little personal plaything. You had winked at him once as you passed him in the hallways when no one else was watching, and when he tried to follow your gaze he accidentally hit his head against his open door locker.
Okay, maybe he wasn't known for his subtlety.
Talking about him not being subtle.
"Sorry about your drink, by the way."
And he goes rigid again, blushing, clearing his throat, looking ahead trying to wish he could disappear from reality. The white picket fence at the end of the garden is so interesting right now.
"It's fine, it's-s cool."
"Thank God. You got all flustered, I felt so bad!" Your hand starts to casually play with the end of his long hair as you talk. His breath hitches. "Weren't you with some other guy by the way?"
You meant to say so are we all alone?
"Ditched to go with a girl." He gives a tight smile, his glasses slipping further.
Aw. He looks a bit sad when he says that. You're having none of that even though you think the look it's good on him. Maybe some other time.
"Well," Your fingers go to his chin, gently bringing up his face from his sulking so you can look at him. "You're also ditching him to hang out with me. We can have fun all by ourselves."
Klitz looks at you with furrowed eyebrows barely visible from his bangs. His eyes are soft compared to the shaky breath he exhales, and you want to kiss him better. Your touch moves from his chin, and the back of your fingers caress his high cheekbones, and he is unconsciously leaning on it.
His eyes wide, his mouth in a perfect O. Like you're something he can't believe he can't touch, let alone touch you, touching him this way.
"You look great." He blurts out, his gaze daring to take a look at you. His mouth is running through without thinking. "You-"
Your finger goes to the middle of his glasses that had slid up. You drag them up the bridge of his nose with a small, gentle push. His words die out in his mouth mid-sentence.
"There you go." You give him a small little boop, sound and all, on his nose. "All pretty again."
Klitz blinks up at you, that mouth slightly open in disbelief making you smile wider. Maybe you're drunker than you thought but that look on his face is so worth it. Pink tints his high cheekbones. He's looking at you with wide eyes and, oh, up close you notice how pretty they are dilated watching you in awe.
You avert your gaze off him, biting the inside of your cheek in order to contain yourself. You start wondering if sucking him off here, in the middle of the yard might be worth your entire reputation.
The gentle cool night air hits you, and you shiver, now more aware of your inconvenient short revealing dress.
"Oh, um, are you-" Klitz stumbles on his words, and you can feel his eyes traveling around your body. It's a timid look, like he's not supposed to look, but he wants it too much not to exploit the opportunity. You certainly don't mind.
"Hm?"
"Are you cold? I can-" He starts to undo that oversized gray jacket of his.
You tilt your head. Is he really…? Yes he is, oh my goodness that's adorable.
You're definitely going to destroy him.
He offers it to you in his hand, now seemingly more aware of how dorky he must look doing it, but it makes you smile. God, the alcohol is doing wonders in your confidence because you take it and put it on a bit too slowly. The warmth it's welcomed, and it doesn't matter if it's too baggy for you and defeats the purpose of the shortness from your dress.
You can see Klitz's breath hitch at the sight of you wearing his clothes. His eyes travel through your body admiring you with more hunger now.
You go and bury your nose in the gray fabric, close your eyes and give a little content sigh.
"Smells nice. Smells like you." You give him a grin and can't help but tease him more at the attempt at romance. He's very adorable and clearly inexperienced in all of this. "Thanks, you're such a gentleman, my hero."
Klitz snorts at your joke, swallowing as he tries not to blush. He coughs in his fist. His face couldn't be redder. You're so hot wearing his clothes that are too big on you. He crosses his arms in order to keep himself fidgeting so much with his hands.
It's your time to look. Without his jacket you can see the blue button-up shirt underneath, still too baggy in him, but he's lean, and it compliments his tall height and long arms.
You want to put your hands all over him. From here you can hear the muffled but still strong music and then the song playing is ending, and another is starting to come to life.
You're already hopping off the bench, your dress fluttering, your thighs brushing almost too close to his crotch. And you're suddenly standing up, jumping excitedly in front of him, smiling.
"Oh! I love that song!" You've never heard this song in your entire life before now. You shake your hands more eagerly to him. "Come dance with me, Klitz!"
You beg, grabbing his arm slightly, ignoring how he lets a shaky breath.
"I don't- I don't know how." A little nervous laugh escapes him as he lets you drag him to stand up. His long hair sways with the movement.
You lean closer to him and lower your voice, so you're whispering in his ear conspiratorially.
"We have to be sneaky so nobody sees us." You press him closer to you until you're facing him. He is surprisingly tall even with you wearing heels. You run down the back of your fingers down his neck just to see him shiver.
His jaw is tight while he tries not to look down at your chest that's pressing against his shirt. Or think how he can feel your body heat and see that short dress of yours below his jacket. Why is it so hot out here in the middle of the night? Has he started to sweat? Fuck, why are you smiling at him like that.
You start to slowly move your hips, and he still is standing like a statue, hands hovering over your waist. He jerks slightly when you grab both of his wrists, and maybe he didn't expect you to guide them that low on your body, because he makes a choked up sound of surprise.
His fingers are long, wrapping around you nicely in your hips in a polite, ghost touch. And what a great idea just passed your mind at that thought of his long fingers.
You laugh, god you can't wait.
"W-what?" He says suddenly self-conscious, tense under your grasp at the sound of your giggling. He knows he's shit at dancing, seeing as he's never done it before, but man, that bad?
You shake your head trying to reassure him. Your hands go to play with the collar of his cute button up. He's even wearing an undershirt! Oh, can he get any more nerdy? The hands on your waist tighten by the action, and you move your hips along the song chorus.
"You're very fun." You look up at him. Those thin glasses and the hair falling into his face. He's watching you with that lost puppy look that makes you weak. You bet he would be so obedient.
"I am?" He brightens, and a small smile starts to form in his lips. You like him?
"Mhmm, I'm glad you finally talked to me. As much as I liked your looking, it was starting to get a little boring."
He's stuttering so sweetly, trying to justify himself and your eyes are heavy as he squirms under you. You move your fingers through his hair. In his bangs that cover his eyes slightly. It's soft as it looks as you tug a strand behind his ear. He is closing his eyes and looking away from you, biting his tongue.
The song is ending, and he is still closing his eyes not looking at you.
"Hey, Klitz." You grab your attention, lightly tugging his head with one hand on the back of his neck, the other in his face.
"Y-yeah?" He looks down at you. God that lost puppy look is going to be the death of you
Your fingers cradle his jaw, your thumb tracing his lips.
"Can I…?" You look at his eyes, then to his mouth, in case it couldn't be clearer.
"Please."
You pull yourself up in your tiptoes before you're pressing your lips against him.
He tastes like some peachy drink and salty chips from the party, making you laugh against his mouth. It's nice. He lets a shaky exhalation through his nose, his hands in your body are gripping nicely around your skin. Closer. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down into you, fingernails starting to trace his scalp on that long hair of his that has taunted you for months. He's a surprisingly good kisser once you two get out of the awkward stage, or the learning stage in his case, and when you start to get tongue in there he all but whines.
You pull off when the need for air can't be ignored, and you don't miss the way Klitz follows your lips.
"Do you want to get out of here?" You ask, swaying both of your bodies in a slow rhythm. Now the alcohol has made you fuzzy and happy. "Like my place or yours?"
It feels like all the air has been punched out of him. It takes him a moment to realize that he actually has to answer out loud.
"Mine is nearer." He manages to breathe out.
You can't help but love his eagerness, tugging him by his oversized shirt sleeve. He follows you almost stumbling on his sneakers but catches up quickly, almost excitedly.
Nearer turns out just a few streets down from the party, and you both run hand in hand down to it after sneaking out through the garden bushes. He's definitely not in any shape to drive right now anyway.
When he unlocks his bedroom door and you enter you immediately pin him against it. You throw your purse on his bed mattress carelessly before turning to him. His back presses with a small thud in the wall before you're following with your lips.
He's needy, very needy as his hands go to grip your waist. You gently shove your leg in between his thighs, and he gives a low silent moan at the contact. He almost looks like he's pleading.
But he's not. At least not yet.
"So," You start to untuck his dress shirt from his pants, dork, loving how he shivers when you run your hands underneath his undershirt, through his slim torso. "What do you want to do?"
"Um, ah- whatever you like-" You have started to move your leg against his bulge, and he's trying to desperately make up coherent thoughts. Remembering how to speak while he uses all his will not just start to hump your thigh. "No p-pressure."
Whatever you'll give him. He thinks he's already getting so much from someone like you. How is he getting anything from someone like you?
"Whatever I like?"
Klitz gives you an enthusiastic nod, not trusting his voice. Hmm, he really shouldn't have given you that type of power.
He tries to control his breathing and looks up at the ceiling as he hears the clicking of his belt being undone. Oh, god, he's really doing this with you. He tries not to shake, his fingers go grip his shirt searching for any kind of mercy.
The pants show the bulge in there, and maybe you're seeing wrong because it's very…big. You undo his zipper and look at him with a teasing smirk. You lick your palm before your hand disappears inside his plain boxers.
You're definitely not wrong about his size.
He gives a choked up whine, and you swallow the sound in a kiss. You start to slowly stroke his long length and his hips buck in the air. He was already half-hard.
"A-ah." You feel him twitching on your hand and your palm is starting to get soaked from all his precum. His head falls on your shoulder embarrassed by the noises he can't bite quiet.
You flicker your wrist, start to build a pace. His breath hits your neck, and he watches you, his hips start to give low, little trusts, following your hand.
"Does it feel nice?" You can't help but tease, seeing him get worked up from so little.
"Y-Yes, faster." He rubs his face on your shoulder, looking at you. Your other hand that's not stroking him goes to pet his hair, tucking away the strands that have fallen in his face. "Could you go faster? P-please?"
You smirk before running your thumb through the leaking head and, there he is, back again panting and whining under you. Back into his place.
Your lips travel down his pale throat and kiss it there, licking the easily flushed red skin. He starts to fuck your fist, building a pace, greedily letting you suck his tongue while you tighten your hold, and he almost melts when you bite his lip.
You trace your teeth through his jaw and place open-mouthed kisses all over his neck, his hips fuck your fist earnestly. He's embarrassingly close, and he's looking at you, silently pleading to go faster, to grip him tighter, his hips move into your hand almost desperately now. Another moan, his throat swallowing as he's trying to breathe.
He wants to cum all over your hand while he looks at you. He's close, your fingers tease the head of his cock, and he closes his eyes, he's moaning, you kiss his jaw, lick it. His hand is gripping your forearm in support, looking at you in adoration, thanking you for this. It feels so good, he wants to thank you for your mercy. You need to hold him as he leans his weight in you, his knees are failing him. He is heaving, whining, pleading in small little begs to you please faster, he's close, please, right there, more please, he can feel it-
You stop.
"Why did you-" He lets a pathetic pained sob. His jaw tightens, his body shakes. You can feel his cock twitching being denied from the release. "W-why did you stop-"
You get your hand off his pants.
"I want you in my mouth." You interrupt his protesting. Then try giving your best apologetic, worried look, furrowed eyebrows and all. Even the shaky voice. "Sorry, did you want to cum from that? We don't have to-"
"Yes! I want to!" He stops you before you can change your mind, god he can't believe if he heard that right. Then continues sheepishly in a lower voice. "I-I mean, if you want to."
He really is something else, isn't he?
"Eyes on me."
And you're going down, hands dragging through his clothes, your lips go mouth his stomach down their path. Your knees hit the floor, and he shivers.
He gives a shaky breath of anticipation, this is fucking happening. Your hands settle in his hips. Oh, fuck you're batting your long lashes and licking your lips.
Klitz swallows hard.
You drag down his already undone pants and underwear down his legs.
And oh, wow. Alright. Holy shit.
"Klitz, I didn't know you were hiding this." You grab him experimentally on your fist, or what it can fit there. You try giving him a stroke. Okay maybe you need to use both of your hands for this.
Klitz blushes unsure if to apologize or thank you, so he mostly stays quiet, tries to, as he watches you stroke him. Which is impossible once you stick your tongue out and run it along his length, it's almost obscene how your red lipstick is starting to get ruined.
The back of his head hits the door with a loud thud. Trying to remember how to breathe, and his hands shake at his sides unsure. You're looking at him with those big eyes while you jerk him off with two hands, and you look like you're struggling a little with his size which, okay, he needs to look at the ceiling again and try not to cum this soon.
His hips start to move involuntarily, trying to get all of him in your throat, and you swallow him, stroking him by the base. Your throat stretches deliciously to accommodate him as you hear him whining above you, your palms lightly placed on his hip bones for support. Dragging your tongue in the head, ignoring the saltiness there, sucking instead, trying to relax your throat as you attempt to swallow the most of him you can.
His thighs are shaking. You feel too hot, too wet and tight all around him, he wants more. He wants all of him in your mouth, and he unconsciously thrusts hard in your already filled throat as he tries to follow that feeling. You gag, pulling out, choking on your spit. A shiver runs through your body as you try to catch your breath.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" He pants, and starts thinking how humiliating it would be to get thrown out of his own place with no pants on. "Are you okay? I-"
You shift on your knees, ignoring how wet you're right now. Your throat is starting to get that delicious aftertaste ache.
"You should give me a warning if you're going to do that." You reproach, but go grab his hands that are fisting his shirt at his sides. "You know, so you do it properly."
You slowly take his hands, his digits. Your thumb goes to make relaxing circles on his palm to spread them open. You guide his hands to your head. His fingers are sliding through your hair, the light blunt fingernails are scratching your scalp, and you hum appreciatively.
"Like this." You finally breathe out, giving him a tug, testing how firm his grip is holding your head.
Klitz is tense. Still can't believe you hadn't thrown him out to the street. But you're grabbing his cock again and continuing your unfinished work.
You think he doesn't have to think other than how good your tongue teasing his leaking head feels.
He looks so cute trying his best not to move his hips too rough, fluttering his eyelids, looking up at the ceiling for composure before quickly looking down again not wanting to miss how his cock stretches your mouth around him. Fuck, he's big, too big, and you love it. You think you might hate him for ruining not having someone this big ever again, actually.
The grip in your hair tightens, a little push down and up, wanting to go faster. There he is. You look up, trying to say give in, lose control, you want him to lose himself just in the feeling of your hot wet mouth.
Klitz's gasping, whining, his glasses are fogging up. He sees how you're struggling to take him and that should be enough for his ego, but he is lying if he doesn't want to hear you choking on his cock again.
You moan around him, and he's forgetting his composure, the hands on your hair tighten, and he's starting to push you into his cock deeper, rougher. The gagging wet noises only fuel him more.
"God, you look-" He chokes out, and you look up, and his hips are thrusting harder. Oh, he's trying so hard not to be rough, now more aware of his size and not wanting to hurt you, but he can't. "Choking like that, I can't-"
His hips are moving on their own just thinking of the wet heat there, wanting more, to bury himself in there. Just the primal feeling of more, it feels good. You trace your tongue around him and he's whining again. Good boy, that's right, give in. How the only sound in the room is of you gagging and choking as his length slowly disappears. His pleading and praising how good you look doing it. How good you take him, how tight your throat feels around his cock.
Klitz grips your head with his both hands, guiding you further into him. Only the feeling of your mouth is making him this desperate. He's fucking your throat and it's should be disgusting, saliva dripping down your chin, but he loves it. It's better than any fantasy, that any video he's been forced to watch. It's beautiful, you look up at him with big eyes while your lips are stretched full of him.
He wants to cum he doesn't care if he has to beg. He'll be that one on his knees instead.
"Please, please, god you-" His grip on your hair tightens, you feel blunt fingernails scratch your scalp deliciously. "I'm going to-"
And you use all your force to pull your throat off him.
Your hand goes immediately to grip the base of his cock, holding his orgasm back.
He gives pain little close-mouth whines. Aw. He wanted to cum so bad.
"Sorry." You're standing up, ignoring the protest of your legs. You stroke his hips in an apology, but you're grinning. "I kinda want you to cum inside me."
Klitz makes a pained sound, closing his eyes as he tries not to sob and pass out from your words. And he's searching your lips while mumbling please, yes.
You slowly guide him to his bed, both hands firmly holding his hips to steady him up and he kisses you, working the jacket, you dress off himself, aw he's so needy, until it falls somewhere on the floor.
You give him a little push, and he goes down into the mattress, you follow him down. Your legs spread his thighs open as you settle there, giving him open mouth kisses as his hands go to your chest, you unbuckle your bra and your breasts spill into his willing hands.
Klitz thinks he needs to worship you.
You take one of his wrist gently from your chest and open his fingers, before your tongue is sliding against them. Klitz gives a full body shiver, needing a breath, some composure.
You couldn't stop thinking about those long fingers all this time. The pale digits go inside your hot mouth, and he looks in awe as they slowly disappear past your tightening lips.
He feels amazing, and you slobber on his long digits, closing your eyes, loving how Klitz's breath hitches when your tongue starts to move against them. You exhale through your nose before you're opening your eyes and finding him looking at you, and your mouth opens too. The hold on his wrist tightens, and you guide them deeper, to start to gag you a little.
You pull them off with a pop, and he's the one panting, before they go down you, inside your panties. And he doesn't need you to guide his wrist anymore because he's dipping inside your folds himself.
You moan, your hand tightening in his hair as you feel his fingers inside you. He's never done this before, you can tell, but you guide his big thumb to rub into your clit while those large digits move inside you.
"God. You're-" Beautiful, divine, Klitz wants to say. You're overstimulating him. It's too much of you, the weight above you, your hands in his scalp and just the feeling of you clenching around him imagining how it would feel inside you.
Your hands had started to snake up the discarded purse that landed in the bed, searching blindly with a hand, flip phone, lipstick- there.
He protests, a little pathetic mewl when you let off his hair, but you're working the packet open and another hand goes to his still hard cock.
"Can I ride you?" The words aren't properly out of your mouth before he's nodding and chanting yes, please, do it.
And you're sliding the latex on him, before pulling his fingers out and teasing his cock through your folds. Your feet slide below his thighs for better support. His hands go to grip your waist, and you pause holding him to your entrance.
You're suddenly aware of his size. Oh, well. You take a breath before he sees you slowly sink into him.
He is biting his lips, his fingernails dig into your skin. His head is thrown back in the pillows as he feels you slowly slide in, and he can tell you're struggling a little to get him all in. His thighs are shaking trying not to thrust into you not wanting to hurt you. You're clenching around him, and he pants, and then you're finally sitting on his hip bones full of him.
"It feels-" Klitz thinks he's about to pass out from the feeling. His eyes are watering. "Please, please, move, please, please-"
You give him some pity, he looks so pretty begging for it after all. You knew you were going to make him beg.
His blood is boiling as he sees you move, up and down, and his hands go to knead your tits. Your earrings dangle. The feeling of you hot and wet, and he gets it now. Everything. He doesn't think anything could ever compare to you.
You're panting, getting accustomed to the large feeling filling you as he slides in you. His freckled skin is red with arousal, and you go kiss him, how he moans in your mouth sweetly.
Your hand grips his hair, and he obediently exposes it to your teeth, so you can mark it. You laugh at the thought of him having to wear something else than those button-ups to cover it up. He fills you so well, everything, not a single place where he isn't inside hitting right, and you can't help but moan with him, goosebumps blooming on your skin. Nails digging into his chest.
Little sounds escape him as you clench and can tell he's close. Your hands go to hold his face and kiss those cupid lips. His glasses are foggy, he's heaving. His fingers start to move your hips, faster please, he looks up at you, furrowed eyebrows and quivering lip in a plea.
"I-It's" His hips are stuttering, he's just too much, and you feel him inside you twitching. The pressure in your stomach is there too. "I think I'm-"
You fasten your pace, his hands go down your hips, and he's suddenly cumming with a whine against your mouth.
You follow him afterwards, clenching around him, and he's shaking in overstimulation before he falls into the bedsheets exhausted.
"Ah, oh my gosh." Klitz lets go of your hips, and starts to go limp. "That was-"
You hum against his mouth. He sloppily accepts your kisses, still breathing hard and yes, he's smiling unabashedly. You roll his eyes at him playfully. His body is still vibrating with bliss as you run your hands through his soft brown hair, fixing those glasses that had gone askew. You pull out from him, and he works the latex off and into the bin.
You stand up, ignoring the protest on your knees, and you go to kiss his neck and that little satisfied post-orgasm smile on his. It's cute. Klitz's a cuddler, of course. You can't say you mind as he puts his head on the crook of your neck. You might've fucked the life out of him.
Warnings: NSFT content!! Oral, bathroom sex, mentions of drinking, most of the fic takes place at a college party, smoking,
Pairing: Fem! Reader x Fuckboy! Klitz
Author's Note: I have had such bad Klitz brain rot over the past two weeks I swear to god that little fucker is in my brain eating any coherent thought I have left. I swear to god I blacked out while writing 90% of this fic. I imagine klitz looking a bit like Thaddius from Ballad of Jack and Rose or Martin from Taking Lives, basically just klitz with longer hair bc im a whore lmao At the moment it's a one shot BUT I'm literally insane and Klitz is always on my mind so don't be surprised if I do a part two to this fic at some point. Hope you guys enjoy fuckboy Klitz as much as I do.
Ps I have not known peace since learning that Klitz's full name is Timothy Klitz. I keep giggling thinking about it lmao.
Summary: College was supposed to be a fresh start. A place where you could forget about high school and move on with your life. It was not supposed to lead you to find out your high school crush is now a known fuck boy on your campus. But fuck you can't really deny it's happening when he's fucking you in the bathroom at a party. You might as well enjoy it.
Ao3
When you moved to Connecticut to attend Yale, the last thing you expected to find while at a party was your old classmate. Especially not the same classmate that you had spent all of the high school hopeless pining after.
Yet there he was sitting at the other end of the room. Even with how much he had changed since graduation, you couldn’t deny it was him. His brown hair was longer, shaggy locks coming down to his shoulders. He carried himself with confidence you had never seen in him when you were in high school. He still wore the same dorky glasses though. And you couldn’t say you knew of very many people with a name like his.
Klitz. Klitz with a K.
Still, it was hard to believe it was him. The Klitz you had known never went to parties, unless his friends dragged him along, and even then he was always off by himself. But this Klitz in front of you was sitting with two girls, openly flirting with both of them with a cigarette between his lips. This Klitz had a revolving door of pretty women constantly fawning over it.
He’s still just as attractive as you remember though. The only difference is that he’s aware of it now. Christ, he’s practically dripping with sex appeal and entitlement.
You know you should stop staring. In fact, you should just leave the party altogether–
Too late.
Klitz’s eyes are meeting yours and suddenly you can barely breathe. You couldn’t move an inch as he stared back at you, green eyes keeping you pinned in place as he took a drag from his cigarette. You shiver as he looks you up and down, and then meets your eyes again swiping his tongue over his bottom lip as he smirks at you.
He winks and fuck you’re a goner.
Your red solo cup hits the ground, leftover alcohol splashing on your shoes. You hear him chuckle and you can feel his eyes still on you but you don’t look at him again as you turn on your heel and scramble off to the kitchen.
Your head is spinning and you aren’t sure if it's the alcohol or the fact that you’re pretty sure Klitz was checking you out. Had this happened in high school you would have been over the moon. But now it was pretty clear Klitz was becoming more and more of a fuckboy. And as much as you’d love to have a go with him you didn’t know if you could handle him using you and then tossing you aside.
Christ this is crazy.
You exhale a shaky breath, leaning forward against the kitchen counter with your head in your hands. This has to be a fucking joke. You look up at the array of alcohol on the counter for a moment. Fuck it. Your reach over pulling a nearly empty bottle towards you, not even bothering to read the label as you start to pour what remains into a cup. One more drink and then home–
“You enjoying the party?” A smooth voice calls behind you and you yelp, nearly dropping your cup again as you spin around to face the stranger.--
Yea this is definitely some kind of sick joke.
Klitz stands a few inches away from you leaning back against the other counter chuckling, “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he paused, letting his eye wander just as they had in the main area of the party and you shiver under his gaze, “I’m Klitz… with a K.”
Oh.
He doesn’t recognize you.
Should you tell him you went to the same high school?
No. No. That would just make this awkward.-- well more awkward that it already was.
You fidget nervously with the plastic cup in your hand, biting on the inside of your cheek as he watches you expectantly, “I… I um…”God, you are so fucking screwed, “ I’m…(Y/N)”
Smooth. Real fucking smooth.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” he drawls, openly ogling you.
You giggle nervously, taking a sip of your drink in an attempt to cover the red flush on your cheeks. You peek over the rim of the cup, nearly choking when you notice he’s still eyeing you up.
“Haven’t seen you around here before, you a student or visiting a friend?”
You shakily set the cup down at your side, “I’m a student.”
He hums in approval and pushes off the counter, taking a step towards you, standing up straight so you have to crane your neck a bit to look at him, “Ya know (Y/N)” It should really be illegal for your name to sound that good coming from his mouth, “I saw you looking at me earlier.”
You freeze up instantly, eyes going wide as you stare up at him, “Oh.. I… Um… I’m sorry… I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to–”
He chuckles and takes another step forward until he’s got you trapped between him and the kitchen island, “Don’t be sorry,” he leans forward over you, pressing his palms down on the countertop on either side of you, his voice falls to a low whisper, “I like when pretty girls look at me.”
This is not happening. There is no fucking way this is happening. You have to be fucking dreaming.
“I just wanna know why you were looking at me.” he smiles, reaching up with one hand to brush your hair out of your face.
“Wh..why?”
He nods, smile curving to one side into a smirk as he hums, “Mmhm…I need to know if there was a reason a pretty girl like you was looking at me, so I can decide if there’s anything I can do for you.”
You whine before you can even stop yourself and he groans, “Come on pretty girl, tell me what you want for me.” he leans a bit closer, lips ghosting against the underside of your jaw, “I promise I won’t bite.” He kisses your jaw and you can feel him smirking, “unless you want me to.”
Oh god.
He chuckles, breath tickling your neck before he leans up again to look you in the eyes, “I already told you, baby, it's Klitz, not God.” You whimper, nodding mindlessly at him. Christ, you wanna give in so badly–
“(Y/N)?”
You jolt, noticing your friend standing in the kitchen staring at you. Thank god for Hayden’s shitty timing. Klitz shifts and you slide away from him, offering him a quiet apology.
“Sorry if I’m interrupting something,” Hayden grins tossing you a look that told you she’d be asking for details later, “Jayce is offering us a ride home since he just got off work and I figured it’d be best to take him off on the offer before either of us got too trashed.”
You nod, shuffling to make sure you had everything you needed in your purse before glancing back at Klitz. He leans back against the island, smirking in that self-entitled way that would have annoyed you on any other guy.
Hayden tugs your purse out of your arms, tossing it over her shoulder, “I’ll let you say goodbye to your…friend” she glances at Klitz, clearly checking him out, and then back at you with a cheeky grin, and you go bright red, “I’ll wait at the door for you, don’t take too long.”
She doesn’t even give you a chance to respond before she’s kissing your cheek and rushing out of the room giggling. She was never going to let you live this down.
You turn to Klitz, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, “Sorry about that”
“No worries.” He chuckles, smirking at you, “She seems… Nice.”
You laugh nervously and nod wordlessly, wishing you hadn’t let Hayden run off like that. You were used to being the one making boys like Klitz nervous, not the other way around.
He laughs, “Probably shouldn’t keep you waiting.”
You nod again but don’t move.
He reaches a hand up, combing long fingers through your hair to get it out of your face, “I’ll see you around pretty girl.” he leans down and presses a kiss to your jaw and you shiver, mind going blank again.
You hear him chuckle as he shuffles past you and it takes you a few moments to finally regain control of your own body as you stand frozen in the middle of the kitchen.
Wow.
It doesn’t take long for you to finally find Hayden, and when you do she’s already grinning, tugging you to her side before you can blink. Who was that guy? He seemed totally into you! Please tell me you got his number! (Y/N) come on I need details! You spend most of the drive home trying to ignore her questions (as well as Jayce’s once he catches wind of the situation.)
You decide it probably won’t ever happen again. Especially with the reputation, Klitz had built for himself at Yale. He’d probably forget about you as soon as a different pretty girl and for a while you were almost positive that he really had forgotten about you.
Until you started running into him on campus. And he was just as insistent about flirting with you as he had been at the party. It was driving you absolutely insane. It was taking everything out of you to reject his advances.
First it was while you were on the way to class.
You were in a rush despite knowing you had plenty of time to make it to your next class, when you crashed into someone in the hallway. You fell hard on your ass, dropping your bag and all its contents around you. You were apologizing before you even looked over to see who you had run into.
“Fuck–Im so sorry–”
“Ya know pretty girl, when I said i’d see you around, it didn’t mean you had to try so hard to get my attention.” Klitz was kneeling in front of you, handing you one of your books as you gaped at him.
“I–I wasn’t—I mean– I didn’t—”
He chuckled, gathering your things and placing them neatly into your bag before shuffling to help you up, “I’m only teasing.” He brushed a few stray hairs out of your face, “You look cute when you get embarrassed.”
He glanced down at his shitty watch for a moment, frowning and then looked at you with another smirk, “I gotta get to class, you think you can make it without running into anyone else?”
You nodded and he chuckled, “atta girl.” he ruffled your hair and moved around you, winking as he walked away, “Hope to run into you again soon.”
You’d convinced yourself it was a fluke. And that now he really would forget about you.
And then it happened again, this time at the library while you were waiting for Jayce and Hayden to meet you to study.
You had your nose stuffed in a book when you felt someone sit down next to you and you didn’t look up as you spoke to them, thinking it was Jayce or Hayden, “You’re late.” you muttered
“Oh? I didn’t realise you were expecting me.”
You stared at him over the top of your book, eyes going wide when you realised it was Klitz sitting next to you.
God you really had the worst luck.
“Shit–I thought–I thought you were my friend.”
He smirked, tipping his chair back a bit, stretching his long legs out under the table, “You don’t look happy to see me.”
You sputtered, shaking your head as you tossed your book onto the table, “No! No I wasn’t–I just wasn’t expecting you– fuck– I’m sorry.”
He chuckled, leaning forward again in his chair, tilting his head and peering over his thin glasses frames at you, “God you are so fun to mess with, ya know that?” His hand brushed over your knee and you were almost positive you were going to pass out.
This time it was Jayce who interrupted.
“Dude I’m late one time and you replace me for studying? I thought we had something special (Y/N)”
Klitz looked up for a moment glancing at Jayce and then grinning at you as he watched your face go bright red. Jayce laughed sitting down across from you and gesturing towards Klitz, “So you gonna introduce me to my replacement?”
You stared at him and then at Klitz, whose hand was still on your leg, fingers tracing little shapes over the bare skin of your thigh, “Uh–right–yea– Jayce this is Klitz– Klitz this is my friend Jayce.”
Jayce snorted, “Your name is Klitz?”
God here it comes–
Klitz smirked, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt as he spoke “With a K.”
Fuck that should not have the effect on you that it does.
“Pleasure to meet you Klitz with a K.”
“Likewise Jayce.” Klitz stood suddenly, lip twitching into a smirk at the way your knee-jerked when his hand pulled away from you, “Listen I promised to meet some friends in a bit so I’ve gotta bounce but uh I hope we run into each other again.”
You nod, giving him a stupid dopey smile as he walks away. Across from you Jayce laughs, “Jesus you’ve got it bad. When are you gonna just screw the guy?”
“Shut up Jayce”
Okay– maybe it wasn’t a fluke– a coincidence at the very least.
But it just kept happening. And each time Klitz got bolder.
He’d run into in the campus cafe, tease you about being so clumsy when you stumbled and spilled a bit of your coffee on his oversized shirt. And then he’d spin the situation around on you, offer to buy you a new coffee if you promised to sit with him and he’d spend most of the time flirting with you, thriving on every reaction you gave him.
He’d meet you in the library sometimes during his free periods, at first it was a one time thing after running into you while you were waiting for Jayce and Hayden but eventually he started swinging by more often. He told you it was because he wanted to study but he rarely actually studied during the times he was with you.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying spending time with him. Even when he flirted constantly and left you embarrassed and flustered. Sometimes you even caught glimpses of the Klitz you used to know, the one who fumbled when he talked to women and got all nervous if you complimented him.
Each time he smiled at you. Each time he snorted when he laughed at something you said. Each time you watched his face go red when you managed to flirt back. Each time he smirked when he made you flustered, it all made it harder and harder to say no to him.
It didn’t help either that your friends kept encouraging you to stop fighting it and let him fuck your brains out.
God, you wanted to give in so fucking badly. You’d thought your stupid crush would fade away with time, especially once you realized how much Klitz had changed. But it had only increased since getting to know the new Klitz along with reintroducing yourself to the old Klitz.
You couldn’t help feeling like you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of him for much longer.
And now you were at another party and you were doing a shit job at avoiding him. You couldn’t find Jayce or Hayden so you locked yourself in the bathroom on the second floor of the frat house the party was being hosted at.
>>HEY!den: boytoy???
>>Y/N: where the hell r u guys?
>>JayJay: wut aren’t u glad u can have alone time with your boytoy ;)
>>Y/N: Jay i am begging u 2 stop calling him that
>>HEY!den: omg do u have a boyfriend u didn’t tell me about???
You loved Hayden and Jayce but god they really could be annoying. You lifted your red solo cup from the counter, taking a quick sip of it before glancing down at your phone again.
>>HEY!den: WAIT!!!
>>Y/N: oh jesus
>>HEY!den: OMG DID YOU FINALLY SCREW THAT CLITS GUY
>>JayJay: HAYDEN OMG
>>JayJay: U R SO DUMB I LITARLLY LOVE YOU LMAO
>>Y/N: first of all I rlly hate u guys
>>HEY!den: luv u 2 babes lol
>>Y/N: second of all his name is Klitz
>>JayJay: yea with a K ;)))))
>>HEY!den: oh yeah Klitzy ;)
>>Y/N: signing off assholes <3
You rolled your eyes at the final message shoving your phone into your pocket after sending one final message.
Christ how had you ever gotten yourself into this situation. You sigh, massaging the bridge of your nose until you heard a knock at the door barely audible behind the vibrations of music playing at the party. You don’t answer at first, hoping they’ll go away.
They knock again and you huff, yanking the door open, ready to tell whoever it is at the door to find another bathroom. The words die in your throat as soon as your eyes meet a pair of green eyes behind thin metal-framed glasses.
Fuck.
He smirks, eyes dragging down your body catching on the little skirt and crop top Hayden had convinced you to wear, “Mind if I join you? Parties getting a little too loud for my tastes.”
No, you think.
“Yea–Yea of course,” you say, stepping aside and allowing him to enter the little room before shutting the door again.
He walks to the other end of the bathroom and glances out the little window above the bathtub for a moment before shoving it open.
“You mind if I smoke?”
You shrug, “Go for it.”
He nods and pulls a half-empty pack of cigarettes and a little blue lighter. He slips a cigarette between his lips, shoving the pack back into his pocket. You watch his hands as he flicks the lighter and a burst of flames rises, enveloping the tip of the cigarette for a moment.
He lets the cigarette sit between his lips, taking a slow drag of it as he drops the lighter into his pocket. Your eyes dart between his hands and his lips, breath stuttering when he catches you staring.
He chuckles as he takes a step back towards you, holding the cigarette between his index and middle finger, lifting it towards you, “You smoke?”
You nod and he stops in front of you, lifting his hand to tilt your face up to look at him. He taps your jaw and lifts the cigarette to your lips, humming in approval when you obediently open your mouth.
You peer up at him through your lashes as you take a breath in, never breaking eye contact with Klitz until he pulls the cigarette from your lips, “Atta girl” he hums, tapping your cheek again and brushing a few stray hairs from your face as you exhale, letting the smoke fill the space between the two of you.
He smiles, taking another drag of his cigarette his other hand still cradling your cheek, thumb tracing the curve of your lips as he spoke, “Ya know, I was actually starting to worry that you were avoiding me.”
“Avoiding you–I wasn’t–I wasn’t avoiding you;” you laugh nervously, leaning back against the counter as he crowds you just as he had that first time in the kitchen.
He hums, “Hmmmm, then what are you doing hiding in here instead of having fun with everyone else?”
He watches as you go still in front of him, taking another long drag from his cigarette. You don’t respond at first, still trying your damnedest to ignore the thoughts racing in your head. He stares back, watching you closely, lip twitching, tugging into a smirk.
“Admit it, pretty girl, you were hiding from me.” he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, grinning when your tongue just barely swipes against the pad of his thumb, “Question is, why were you hiding?”
You stare up at him with wide eyes shaking your head, “I wasn’t hiding on purpose–I just—needed a break from the party that’s all”
He snorts, “Really?”
You nod feverishly praying to whichever god that will listen that he believes you and he chuckles shaking his head at you, licking his lip as he drags his eyes up and down your body again, “Remember what I asked the first time we met?”
For a moment you’re caught off guard thinking he’s talking about high school.
How the fuck were you supposed to remember what he said to you over 4 years ago.--
And then you remember that night in the kitchen and your face goes bright red.
“I just wanna know why you were looking at me.” he smiles, reaching up with one hand to brush your hair out of your face.
“Wh..why?”
He nods, smile curving to one side into a smirk as he hums, “Mmhm…I need to know if there was a reason a pretty girl like you was looking at me, so I can decide if there’s anything I can do for you.”
“You know what I think?” he hums, brushing hair out of your face.
You nod, breath stuttering as his hand snakes down around your waste pressing you flush against him, “I think,” he pauses, taking one final drag from his cigarette before he flicks the faucet on behind you, stubbing the cigarette out in the basin, and then tosses the butt under the steady stream of water before bringing his attention back down to you, “ I think that you want me–just as badly as I want you”
You should deny it. There was no way this was going to end well. Messing around with fuckboys never ended well— especially not when said fuck boy was your old high school crush.
But you don’t deny it. You don’t even say a word. You just lean up, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pull him down to kiss you.
You’d imagined kissing him—but god you had not expected him to fucking whimper when you kissed him.
He tastes like cigarettes and shitty beer. But mostly he tastes like spring rain and cinnamon sugar and god you just wanted more of him.
“--fuck” He whimpers into the kiss, pulling you as close as he possibly can. You whine back, shifting to sit up on the counter, pulling him to stand between your legs.
You nip at his bottom lip, grinning when he grunts in annoyance, hands gripping at your hips as he pulled away from the kiss, “--fuck–baby” you try to kiss him again but he shakes his head and pants, “--wait baby—wait—”
“Ple–please” you whine back, desperately trying to pull him closer, pouting when he shakes his head at you.
“I just—I just need to make sure you’re okay with this” he pants, moving one hand to cradle the back of your head, tugging a bit at your hair to make you look up at him.
His glasses sit at an odd angle, his cheeks are flushed bright red, and – god he looks just as desperate as you feel.
Fuck it. This is happening.
You tug at his shirt, letting out a breathy whine, “Ple-please–fuck–please Klitz.”
He smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “come on pretty girl–tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you”
You whimper, feeling the imprint of his cock pressed into your thigh, “--dammit– please Klitz– I want—I want you please” It doesn’t take much more for him to take the hint and lean forward, fingers tangling into your hair as he pulled you into another kiss.
Fuck
He kissed you like he needed it to survive.
He pinned you to the counter, one hand at your hip and the other at the back of your neck. You were on cloud fucking nine and he’d barely done anything yet. You grappled at his shoulders and curled your fingers into his hair, tugging lighty and savoring the little gasps Klitz offered you.
“Christ you’re fucking gorgeous,” he pants, kissing along your jaw and down your neck, sucking little bruises onto your skin, “Haven’t–fuck–haven’t been able to—to get you out of my head”
You whine breathlessly, unable to fully form words, “You–-you—you think about–about me?” He chuckles, and you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your neck.
“Mmhm” he hums as he moves his hand from your hip and deftly works his nimble fingers beneath your crop top, “Fuck–” he tugs at the shirt a bit, “Can I? Please I wanna see you.”
You nod, shuffling backward a bit on the counter to help him pull your crop top off over your head. He whimpers as soon as he catches a glimpse of your bra and you were suddenly very glad you’d let Hayden pick out your outfit for the party.
“Fuck–you’re just–you’re just so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, lurching forward to catch your lips in a bruising kiss. You whine into the kiss, grasping at his shirt and pulling him closer shivering as he manages to unclip your bra and toss it aside with your top.
He leaves a trail of kisses from your lips, along your jaw, and down your neck until he reaches your bare breasts. He stares at them for a moment, and you can hear his breath catching in an airy whine as he palms at your chest.
You aren’t even shocked at the realization that he’s definitely got a thing for tits. You’d seen him ogle at your chest more than enough times for it to be a pretty easy guess.
Still, it makes you a little giddy to know he gets so distracted by you and you barely have to do anything.
“Fuck baby, you have the prettiest fucking tits, you know that?”
You can’t help but blush a little at the admission laughing breathlessly, “Thanks”
He grins, leaning forward to kiss your collage bone, dragging his lips down leaving bruises all over your chest, pinching your nipple between his index finger and thumb. You whine arching into his touch, as his free hand falls between your thighs, ghosting over your panties.
“Baby you have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting for this” he whispers before dragging his tongue down between your breasts.
He whines nearly as loud as you do when he cups his hand over your panties, “Christ you’re already soaked.”
“Klitz–please” you whine, rolling your hips into his hands and he hums taking a moment to just feel the heat of your cunt through your soaked panties as he kisses down your stomach, stopping above your hip.
“Fuck please–please I wanna taste you” he whines, sucking a few small bruises over your hip as he slowly bunches your skirt up, “Come one lemme taste you pretty girl”
He knows exactly what he’s doing, dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties as he waits for your response. And fuck if it doesn’t drive you wild to hear him begging to put his mouth on you.
You nod frantically whimpering as you comb your fingers through his hair, “Ple–please Klitz”
He’s shoving your legs apart in an instant, flipping your skirt up and tugging your pretty pink panties down to your ankles, letting them fall to the ground.
“Fuck baby you sound so good saying my name.” he groans combing through his hair with his fingers, pulling it back into a messy ponytail at the back of his head. You’re almost sure you’re going into cardiac arrest when he looks up at you through fogged-up glasses with his hair tied back and a little smug grin on his lips.
He sucks another bruise above your hip as he moves his hands up and down your outer thighs. You stare down at him, chest rising and falling with stuttered breaths. He moves one hand between your legs and you nearly fall forward when you feel his fingers just barely ghosting over your cunt.
He laughs looking up at you for a second and then down between your legs, eyes wide with excitement as he runs his fingers through your slick folds,“Fuck I bet you taste good” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh just as his thumb brushes over your clit making you gasp.
“Kl-klitz”
“Shit–pretty girl–this all for me?” He chuckles, mouthing at your inner thigh as he gathers your slick along his fingers.
He drags an answer out of you easily as he presses his thumb to your clit, “--Fuck–yes please–”
Christ, he’s such a fucking asshole.
He interrupts you with a shit-eating grin as he moves his thumb in a tight circle over your clit, “Don’t worry baby I’ll give you what you want.”
You don’t even have to wait for an explanation before he’s got his head between your thighs, tongue swiping up along your folds until it catches on your clit. You curl forward, fingers tangling into his hair as you try to close your thighs around his head.
He pulls back from your clit, “As much as I love being crushed between your thighs I can’t do much if you suffocate me.” he teases, pinching your hip until you open your legs.
His lips are back on your cunt in a matter of seconds and you fight the urge to close your trembling thighs around his head again. Fuck–its unfair how quickly he has you coming apart.
All it takes is a swipe of his tongue against your clit and his fingers teasing at your entrance and your mind goes absolutely blank. He barely has to try very hard to slip his fingers inside of you, groaning against your sensitive clit when your cunt tightens around his fingers.
He laps at your cunt like a man dying of thirst. He presses his fingers inside of you and whimpers every time you tug on his hair. He hums in approval and lets you buck your hips freely, practically begging you to smother him.
You’d never had a man so dedicated to making you feel good before. It was a rare treat to find a guy who liked eating a girl out.-- It was rarer still to find a guy who was actually good at it. And fuck– Klitz is fucking amazing at it.
Klitz is also a fucking tease.
Because he knows he’s good at making you feel good. He knows exactly how to curl his fingers inside of you and trace his tongue in tight circles over your clit. He knows he’s driving you absolutely wild. And he fucking loves it.
Fuck–
He presses a third finger inside of you and hums against your clit, “God I fucking knew you’d taste amazing.” he groans and pulls back slightly, sucking a bruise into your inner thigh. You can feel him grinning as he curls his fingers inside of you and it annoys the shit out of you how much he turns you on.
You tug on his hair, smirking when he whines in response, “fucking–stop teasing”
He lets out a shaky breath and curls his fingers into the sweet spot that has you nearly sobbing as he smirks, “You tellin' me what to do pretty girl?”
Your words come out in breathy gasps, “So wha–what if i am?”
He snickers, leaning forward to suck hard on your clit, humming in approval when you try you to shove him closer, “Aw come on, don't be like that,” he curls his fingers again, pressing deeper, “you just gotta ask nicely and I’ll do whatever you want.” he promises, smiling sweetly at you, chin soaked with your slick.
You whine, shaking your head as you tug hard on his hair, shoving his face back down between your thighs. He smiles against your cunt but stops moving his fingers, offering you nothing but lazy kisses to your clit.
Fucking asshole.
You buck your hips forward whining at him and he pinches your hip, lifting his head, tilting his chin up at you, “Come on pretty girl,” he leaves his fingers inside of you, pressing his other hand against your hip, making it harder for you to buck into him, as he clicks his tongue at you, “I’m not gonna help you if you’re not nice to me.”
You pout, biting your lip for a moment refusing to give him what he wants until he starts to pull his fingers from your cunt and you let out a choked sob, “Pl–please Klitz”
He grins, humming in approval and pressing a kiss above your clit, “Please what? Come on pretty girl, you can do better than that can’t you?”
“Fuck you–”
He interrupts you with a quick curl of his fingers and his lips against your clit and it doesn’t take much more for you to give him the response he’s looking for.
“Please–please Klitz–-please I’m so close–” you pause and he gives you an approving hum, encouraging you to continue, “Please–I need–I need to cum—please Klitz—please let me cum”
Mercifully he doesn’t make you beg much more before he’s got his mouth on your clit and his fingers driving into your cunt, pulling sweet little cries out of you as he drags you to the edge. He gives you a pleased groan as he swirls his tongue in tight circles around your sensitive clit.
You curse, dragging your hands from his hair and grappling at his shirt in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself. You can’t even tell if you’re trying to pull him closer or push him away at this point. All you know is that you’re dangerously close to going over the edge—
Time stops for a second and suddenly you’re falling, repeating Klitz’s name as you squeeze around his fingers. You’re a fucking mess, babbling while he laps greedily at your cunt..
“Fuck baby you taste so fucking good–” he groans.
Distantly you notice that he’s moved the hand that isn’t busy fucking you through your climax down between his leg to palm at his cock through his jeans. He’s so turned on by the act of pleasuring you that he can’t stop the rocking of his hips desperately seeking the wet heat of your cunt. And fuck if that doesn’t send your mind into a haze.
It takes you what feels like hours to claw your way back to reality, fingers shakily carding through his hair as you try to pull him away. As much as you want him to keep finger fucking you, you also want to cum on his cock at least once before the end of the night. This was likely the only chance you’d ever have to fuck him, and you were determined to get your fill.
Still, he refuses to pull away from you, tongue tracing lazy circles around your clit as you jerk forward a bit from overstimulation, “--Fuck–fuck–Klitz—Klitz please—I want–”
He pulls back a bit, replacing his tongue on your clit with his thumb, as he looks up at you with a smug grin, chin dripping with your slick, “--fuck pretty girl–go on tell me what you want–”
“I want–I want you to fuck me–please”
He must be as desperate as you are because he’s standing in an instant, crashing his lips against yours so hard you fall back slightly, choking on a sob when his thumb drags over your clit and his fingers slip out with a slick popping sound. You can taste yourself on his tongue, hot and heavy with need.
He groans when you pull him closer, hands moving away from his hair and wandering down his chest. You can’t help but smile into the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip when your hand grazes over his cock through his jeans.
“Fuck baby you-”
You don’t even let him finish the statement before you’re unbuckling his belt and shoving your hand down his pants. He nearly sobs when you curl your hand around the base of his cock. And fuck– he really did live up to the stereotypes of tall skinny guys with massive cocks.
Its a bit of an odd angle but you ignore the tension in your forearm in favor of watching him throw his head back and whine as you pump your hand along with his cock.You curl your other hand into the front of his shirt and drag him a little closer, taking the opportunity to kiss along his jaw and run your tongue down his neck.
“Shit–you–you’re trouble aren’t you?” he laughs and you suck a bruise into his neck, grinning when you feel his adam’s apple bob as he swallows a shaky whine.
You chuckle, kissing down his neck and sucking another bruise into his collarbone, “If I’m–trouble what does that make you?”
He laughs, “It makes me–”, you interrupt him with a squeeze of the base of his cock making his next words come out in gasps, “It makes me–fuck–makes me really fucking horny.” You giggle, pulling him back down to kiss you again, consuming each of his breathy gasps as you work for your hand up and down his cock, spreading beads of his precum along the length.
“You–you got a condom?” you whisper between kisses, “I want–I want you to fuck me”
His eyes go wide as he pants, “You-you're gonna let me fuck you?”
All it takes is your quiet nod and another squeeze of his cock and he’s shoving his hand into his pocket and pulling out a silvery little wrapper. You grin, a little dazed as you pluck the wrapper from his hands. You don’t even have to direct him to take off his pants before he’s frantically shoving them down his legs, nearly tripping in the process and forcing you to release his cock for a moment.
You can’t even stop yourself from whining when your eyes fall to his cock as it curves up against his pelvis, tip sticky with pre-cum. Fuck–he’s really fucking big
“See something you like?” he chuckles, hands brushing over your thighs, once again leaving you flustered and at his mercy. Of course, you couldn’t possibly expect to have the upper hand for long.
Smug little shit–
“What’s the matter, pretty girl? I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” His hand is back between your thighs while the other curls behind your back and you nearly drop the condom when his fingers brush over your clit.
“I–I do–I just–” you pause biting the inside of your cheek, “You’re just–um–fuck–you’re gonna let this go to your head–but—you’re bigger than most guys I’ve been with.”
You expect him to laugh, or say something cheesy like I’ll make it fit like most guys would.
Instead, he smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, dipping his fingers between your folds, “You choose how far we go pretty girl– I’m good if this is all we do– fuck I’d be willing to get on me knees and spend the rest of tonight with my mouth on you if that’s what you want.”
Somehow it’s the sweetest thing a guy has ever said to you in this situation.
You stare up at him for a moment. The idea of him back on his knees between your thighs again does appeal to you but if this is the only time you ever get to do this with him you want to be able to say you know what it feels like to have his cock inside of you.
You shake your head, bringing the condom wrapper to your mouth, tearing it open with your teeth while maintaining eye contact with him. “I said I wanted you to fuck me didn’t I?”
He licks his lips and chuckles,” Yea, you did.”
You pull the condom from the wrapper and toss it aside, dragging your hands down to his cock, watching his reactions as you carefully roll the condom over his cock. He bites his bottom lip, swallowing a whine as you roll the condom inch by inch onto his cock, giving the base a squeeze once you reach it.
You lean forward, other hand twisting into his shirt, dragging him down until your lips are just barely touching, “Show me what has all the girls talking about you all the time.”
“Fuck–” he groans, “Fuck–alright–fuck–I’ve gotta prep you–I don’t–I don’t want to hurt you”
You nod as he shits to lift your legs to wrap around your waist, carefully working his fingers back into your cunt. You are reminded of how fucking good at this he is with every swipe of his thumb over your clit. It's absolutely unfair how good he is at it but god it feels good to have his fingers stretching you out.
Your hand trembles as you try to pump his cock in time with his fingers curling inside of you. nips at the underside of your jaw, groaning when you squeeze the base of his cock. Once or twice you manage to make him lose focus. But he’s quick to gain the upper hand, curling his fingers against the sweet spot that makes your thighs tremble and your mind go blank.
“Fuck–Klitz–I need you now– please” you whine, bucking your hips and tugging on his shirt, desperately trying to drag him closer to you.
His fingers stop moving for a moment as he stares at you, trying to gauge your reaction, “Fuck baby– are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
You nod, pulling your hands away from his cock to drag him closer, “Please–’m ready–I need you–”
He looks like he wants to argue for a moment but it’s clear he’s just as at your mercy as you are at his. Finally, he groans, rutting against your thigh as he curls his fingers inside of you one last time before pulling them out with a wet popping sound.
He helps you lift your legs around his waist, and guides his cock slowly between your thighs, groaning when he presses the tip to your entrance, pausing with a choked gasp, “Fuck–are you sure— we don’t have to–we don’t have to do this–”
You tremble as you reach up curling your fingers into his hair, “Please– I promise-–promise m’ ready—just—just go slow, okay? “
“Fuck yea–yea I’ll go— I’ll go slow” he promises with a gasp.
He makes good on that promise, pressing into you as slowly and as gently as he can, cradling the back of your head while the other grasps at your hip. Still, every inch of him pressing deeper into your tight heat drags the air out of your lungs.
“Fuuuuuuuck” he nearly sobs when he finally bottoms out, “fuck—fuck– you’re so–fucking tight–oh my fucking god— I knew—I fucking knew you’d feel good.”
You can’t even think, let alone speak with your cunt clenching around his cock as you try to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. He’s so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. All you can do is babble incoherently at him, repeating his name like it’s the only word you know. You aren’t even fully aware of it when you start rolling your hips trying to get him to start moving and he has to grip your hip a little harder to get you to stop moving.
“Fuck–please—please fuck me Klitz--please” you whine, trying to drag him closer, forcing him to just fucking move already.
Bless Klitz for his ability to be patient with you even when you’re being a whiney brat.
“Are you sure baby? I don’t wanna hurt you–fuck–” he looks at you and you know immediately that he’d stop in an instant if you told him to. But you don’t want him to stop. You want him to fuck you until all you can’t remember is his name. You want to be able to feel him long after he’s done with you.
“Please– I want this–-I need it—” you gasp, pouting a bit when he still doesn’t look convinced. It takes everything out of you to focus on forming words correctly as you bring your hands to the sides of his face forcing him to look you in the eyes, “Klitz—Klitz I trust you—- I know you won’t hurt me—Please baby I need you so bad”
He stares into your eyes searching for any sign that you might want to back out, and when he doesn’t find any he curses, pulling his hips back with a groan until only the tip of his cock remains.
Just as you’re about to try begging him again his lips are crashing into yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your whine when he drives his cock back into your cunt, dragging the air from your lungs all over again. He pulls your hips forward, bringing you to sit a little closer to the edge of the counter.
You can’t even tell which one of you making more noise at this point. His whimpers and whines are nearly as pathetic as yours. “Fuck pretty girl–-you’re fucking—perfect–so fucking perfect”
He kisses along your jaw, and down your neck tracing over the bruises he’d already left on you. One of his hands remains on his hips, while the other palms at your breasts. He moans and you aren’t sure if it's from your cunt squeezing around cock or the feeling of your tits warm under his palm. It’s probably both.
You feel a bit giddy knowing you hold any power over him at all. But it’s difficult to focus any energy on using that power when he’s driving his cock into you and dragging you closer and closer to your second orgasm. All you can do is try to pull him closer, your cunt fluttering with every slow drag of his cock driving in and out of you.
“So glad—glad you let me fuck you– been fucking waiting for this” he admits, mouthing at your collarbone and pinching your nipple between his index finger and thumb, “god—fucking–I don’t deserve this—don’t deserve you like this–fuck” every word is punctuated by his cock driving back into your tight heat until you’re choking on it.
You fumble a bit, grappling for purchase on the back of his shirt, fingernails digging into his back and making him hiss, his hips stuttering a bit nearly losing his pace.
“Klitz—fuck—should have—should have let you do this sooner” your head rolls back and your lucky Klitz is quick to move his hand off of your hip to curl around the back of your head making sure his knuckles hit the mirror instead of your face.
“Fuck–god–You made me wait all this time?” he smirks peering at you through fogged up glasses, “I should make you beg to cum for making me wait so long”
You laugh breathlessly, looking at him with a dazed smile, “You want me to beg?” you clench around his cock, grinning when his hips stutter a bit, “I’ll beg–If that’s what you want–come on tell me what you want pretty boy”
He whimpers–and fuck you’re really starting to realize how much you like it when he whimpers like that as he pulls you forward and kisses you hard as he drags his hand from your breasts down between your thighs, “I want–fuck—I wanna feel you cum on my cock—”
You grin, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth and dragging your fingernails along his back, bucking your hips to meet his steady thrusts, “Then make me cum–”
He doesn’t even wait for you to finish the sentence before he’s driving his cock into you hard and tracing tight circles over your clit. You’re about to ask if he’s close to cumming too, but you get your answer as soon as you notice his thrusts falter a bit.
He drags you back over the edge in a matter of seconds, but this time he’s falling with you, babbling and cursing as his hips stutter and you cry out his name, holding him as close as you can, rolling your hips to meet his erratic thrusts.
Your cunt spasms and once again your vision blurs and time slows as he fucks you through your shared climax. Klitz is relentless, driving his cock into you even as he struggles to stay standing, body curling over yours as he presses his face into your neck.
And fuck–the sounds he makes as he spills into the condom are enough to make you dizzy. He says your name like a prayer, dragging your hips against his and mouthing at your neck, sucking a few more bruises along the way, choking on a whine everytime he feels you squeeze around him.
“Fuck–Klitz” you babble as his thumb grazes back over your oversensitive clit, “Please—s’too much–please”
You trust Klitz to stop when you ask him to– more than you’d trusted any other guy, And he stops almost as soon as the words pass between the two of you, hand instantly moving to hold your hip as he looks at you with wide eyes. You can feel him trembling as he tries to stay still.
“Sorry–fuck– I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asks, voice cracking from overexertion.
You shake your head, reaching a hand back over his shoulders to pull the pony tail from his hair, “No–’m just—just really sensitive” you cradle his face, smiling when he leans into your palm.
“Fuck– can i just–can i just stay like this for a minute” he whispers, whining a bit when you cunt spasms again and you nod, dragging him down to meet you in a kiss.
It takes a few minutes for the both of you to calm down and even once you’ve come down from the high of your orgasm you still feel like your stuck in a fog. But mostly you just feel really fucking good–sensitive and shaky—but good.
Eventually he shifts up a little bit, pressing one last lazy kiss to your neck as he slowly pulls out, careful not to brush against your clit and whispering little apologies when you whimper a bit at the loss of his cock.
He stares at you, and you can see a million thoughts running around behind his green eyes. You’re about to ask him what he’s thinking about when he shifts backwards a bit and pulls the condom off, tying it off and tossing it into the garbage by the toilet.
He looks around for a moment until he sees a shelf of clean towels and quickly swipes a small wash cloth. He gently pushes your leg apart again, standing between them as he flicks the faucet of the sink back on, wetting the cloth under it for a moment before turning it off and pressing the damp cloth on your thigh.
You shiver, cursing softly and he whispers a quiet apology, “Sorry–lemme just clean you up alright?”
Christ for a fuck boy he really was rather sweet.
You spread your legs a bit more to make it easier for him, lifting your skirt so it doesn’t fall as he gently cleans you up. You almost beg him to fuck you again when he pauses at your cunt, staring at it and licking his lips. But he doesn’t give you the chance, cleaning you up in a matter of minutes, pressing a few kisses on your thighs to apologize when he brushes the cloth over your clit.
He helps you back into your panties, letting you lean on him as he tugs them over your ass and snaps the waistband against your hips. He cleans himself off last, tucking his dick back into his boxer’s as he pulls his pants up.
“Klitz?” you whisper, “um–where’d you throw my braw and my top?”
He finds them quickly but doesn’t hand them off to you at first, just staring at your bare chest for a moment before whispering, “Ya know I meant it when I said you have the pretties tits.”
You snort snatching your clothes out of his hands, “You tell that to all the girls you seduce?”
He smiles and shakes his head as he buckles his belt, watching you clip your bra back on, “Nope–just you pretty girl”
You know it’s foolish to believe a fuck boy– but you really can’t help it when he stares at you with those green eyes and that little smirk.
“Sure you do.” you retort, slipping your crop top back over your head, shifting to pull it over your chest as he watches you, eyes darting from your chest to your face. You shuffle off the counter, nearly stumbling when you forget that your legs are still a little shaky.
Klitz catches you by the waist, pushing you back against the counter again with a smirk, “Careful pretty girl” Klitz stares at you for a moment and then leans forward catching you in another kiss, humming in approval when you drag him closer.
You pull away panting, “I should–I should go home” you whisper, not even fighting him when he pulls you in for another kiss.
He sucks on your bottom lip for a moment before pulling away completely, giving you a smug grin when you whine at him, “ I wanna do this again sometime.”
You tilt your head a bit surprised at his admission, “You do?”
He nods, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face, “Mmhm…Unless you’re gonna hide from me again.”
You roll your eyes and shove his arm, “I wasn’t hiding from you.”
You aren’t even trying to be convincing.
Still he lets you keep your dignity with a chuckle as he shakes his head and steps back a bit, “Alright–how about you text me later if doing this again is something your interested in, yea?”
You already know you’re going to say yes.
Still you nod, “I’ll think about it.”
He grins cheekily shuffling towards the door, “I look forward to receiving your text.” he twists the door knob and looks back at you once more, “uh–also text when you get home so I know you made it home safe.”
You bit back the urge to tease him for being worried, far to giddy about it to be in a position to make fun of him.
“I will.” you promise, giggling when he smiles and winks at you before slipping out the door into the hallway.
Well fuck–
You pick up your phone and step towards the door, opening up your text chain with Hayden and Jayce again to find a few new messages from them.
>>JayJay: yea with a K ;)))))
>>HEY!den: oh yeah Klitzy ;) (1 hour ago)
>>HEY!den: you fuck him finally???
>>JayJay: please tell me u fucked him finally omfg u are driving me insane girly u need some dick rn (30 minutes ago)
>>JayJay: I’m gonna be heading home soon, lemme know if you guys want a ride (2 minutes ago)
>>HEY!den: Yes please!!!
>>Y/N: I’ll meet you at the door
>>JayJay:Okay but hurry or im leaving without you lol
>>HEY!den: don’t listen to him babes i wont let him leave with out you <3
>>JayJay: u r no fun :(
You shake your head, yanking the door open, silently thanking your lucky stars that there aren’t many people in the hall way. The party has cleared up a bit so it doesn’t take you long to make your way to the front door.
You see Jayce and his messy head of dirty blonde hair first, leaning against a wall with Haydan leaning against his side, her dark hair falling over her face as she fights sleep. Jayce notices you instantly and waves you over, eyes widening a bit when he notices the hickies on your neck.
You don’t even let him say a word before you lift a hand to cover his mouth, “You can ask all your silly little questions when we get home.”
–he doesn’t even last the two minute walk to his car before he’s blurting out questions.
hi!!! i love ur work, especially ur riddler fanfics :) i was wondering if you could write something about klitz. maybe a smut popular girl x klitz (can she be brunette😭). they meet at a party, she flirts with him and he gets rlly flustered. can it include a quickie in the school bathroom. i dont rlly care tho, anything related to klitz is good<3 thank u so much!!
A/n: I was actually working on this type of story before you sent me a req!!! Great minds think alike. Hope you enjoy x
A bad joke
Klitz x fem!reader
Word count: 2k
Summary: it was just a stupid dare, but it turned out differently than you though it would
Warnings: 18+, language, Smut, bullying kinda?
“I dare you to give that nerd over there the night of his life.”
Hunter said, looking you up and down. Your group of friends had been playing truth or dare, and you were no pussy, obviously picking dare. You looked over at the three boys sitting awkwardly in a sofa. Scoffing, you look back to Hunter.
“Easy, which one?”
You asked.
“Oh, I like the confidence.”
Derek said, his arm was lazily hanging around your shoulders. You looked over at Derek with a smug smile.
“Why wouldn’t she be? I mean look at them, they haven’t had a woman touch them since their mums gave birth to them.”
One of the other boys said. The whole group laughed, but you didn’t. The joke was mean, but it was exactly what all the others liked. You secretly hated how the others always would make fun of the trio. You didn’t mention it though. It had to be done, or you would end up a loser.
“Ouch.”
Hunter said as the squad slowly stopped laughing.
“So who’s the lucky guy tonight?”
Hunter asked himself as he looked over at them again.
“That guy with the glasses and the funny haircut.”
The group looked at you in suspense, waiting for what you were going to answer. You shrugged and got up from the sofa.
“Alright.”
You said before waving them goodbye. You pulled your tits further out of your pink crop top, as you walked over to the trio. When you were close enough they noticed you approaching them. They all got even more uncomfortable, not expecting a popular girl to talk to them.
“Hey, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m y/n.”
You stretched out you hand for any of them to grab. The middle one grabbed it first. Shaking it violently.
“I’m Eli.”
He said. You gave him a short uncomfortable smile, before ripping your hand out of his.
“She has soft hands dude.”
He said and nudged Matthew in the shoulder. It was his turn to take your hand uncomfortably. Barley shaking it.
“Matthew.”
He said without meeting your eyes. You then stepped over to your target. Bowing slightly down to display your cleavage more.
“And you are?”
You asked seductively. His cheeks turned red as he reached towards your hand. You cringed slightly as you felt how sweaty his hand was.
“Klitz.”
You smiled.
“Nice to meet you Klitz. Mind if I sit down?”
He looked over at the boys, wanting them to answer.
“Eh-“
He started, before Eli grabbed the word.
“Absolutely.”
He jumped away from Matthew, making more space between them for you to sit.
“I want to sit next to Klitz.”
You said and looked over at him. He looked like he was going to die of embarrassment.
“Really?”
Eli asked in denial. Klitz pushed him away.
“Just get away, Eli.”
Eli put his hands up defensively.
“Whatever man.”
He said and jumped closer to Matthew. You sat down a little too close to him. Placing your hand on his thigh. His entire body stiffened.
“I like your name.”
You said turning more into him.
“It’s a shame we haven’t spoken before. You seem so mature. Nothing like any of the other boys I know.”
He gulped, and didn’t even dare to meet your eyes.
“I uh- thank you.”
You started tracing small circles on his thigh. Leaning in to whisper in his ear.
“Do you want to fuck me, Klitzy?”
He looked at you for the first time, as he started nodding. You smiled and gave him a short kiss. His cheeks visibly red, when you pulled away. Small gasps and laughs were heard from Hunter and the group, as you noticed they were looking at you. You looked strictly over at them and shook your head. But it was too late. He had already noticed.
“It’s a joke?”
He asked and looked over at you with a hurt expression on his face. You were about to come up with an excuse, but he swiftly pushed you away and stormed out of the room.
“Damn, that’s mean.”
Eli said, suddenly in an awkward situation.
“I- I didn’t mean to-“
“You people think we’re nothing but a joke. But you know what? We’re people as well.”
Matthew said as he got up and walked after him. There was uncomfortable silence between you and Eli.
“I don’t mind being your joke.”
He said, and put his arm around you. You rolled your eyes and gave him a death glare.
“Never in a million years.”
You said, as you walked after the two boys. Yes, fucking him for a dare was low. But he wasn’t supposed to know that. Your stupid friends had ruined it. Everything was going fine. And now you were the villain. You reached the bathroom, and opened the door slightly. The two boys were standing there. Matthew reached for the door, and closed it on you.
“No, let me in! Open the fucking door!”
You knocked harshly, before hearing whispers on the other end. You were about to knock again, before the door opened and Matthew walked out, closing the door behind him.
“Do you understand how long he’s had a crush on you?”
You looked down at the floor. This was making the situation worse. The guilt was slowly getting to you.
“No, you don’t. Cause you only think about yourself.”
Klitz opened the door. Both you and Matthew turned to look at him. You stood in silence for a few seconds.
“Matthew get out of here.”
He said, saving you from getting yelled on by his friend. After he did so, Klitz opened the door further for you to get in. He locked the door behind him, once the two of you were alone.
“I didn’t know that you-“
You looked up at him for the first time, stopping your sentence once you saw that he had been crying. You looked down at the floor, the guilt of it all made you sick to the stomach.
“Klitz, listen. I should’ve never done that. Matthew was right, me and my friends never think about anything but ourselves. I’m sorry, alright?”
You hugged you arms around yourself. It was your time to escape the eye contact. He stepped closer to you, but not close enough. You had tears in her eyes, god you had never felt so awful before.
“You’re forgiven. I can’t get mad at you.”
He said a small tint of red forming on his cheeks. Your face lit up in a smile.
“Just don’t do that again.”
He stepped away from you again. Your body felt awfully cold all of a sudden.
“It’s not funny being made fun of like that.”
You nodded. And the room became quiet. The only sound being the vague noise of the music outside. He was about to unlock the door, as you reached out for his arm.
“You really are mature, Klitz. Any other guy would’ve called me a slut and never spoken to me again.”
He sighed and looked you up and down. Shrugging at the compliment.
“If there’s anything I can do to make it up for you, I will.”
You said turning seductive again, gracing his arm with your hand. He smiled shortly.
“I don’t want to be a pity fuck.”
“Who said I felt pity for you?”
You giggled together at your teasing comment. Once the giggles turned serious, you stepped closer to him and ran your hands up his chest. He bowed down and kissed you. You kissed him back. Your hands tangled in his hair, messing up the almost bowl cut looking hairdo. He looked better that way, you thought to yourself. Even though you already thought he was cute. But your friends couldn’t know about that. His hands slid down around your ass. He let out a small whimper as he felt up your backside.
“I’ve wanted to- fuck you- for such a long time.”
He said in between kisses. You licked your lips and pulled him over to the sink by his shirt collar. You leaned up against the sink, arching your back to be closer to him.
“Fuck me then.”
You said with a smirk. He quickly grabbed your hips and turned you around. Pushing his hard on up against your ass. You moaned at the sensation as he started kissing your back from behind. Your hands were working on the zipper of your barley covering skirt, as his were working on his own. The two of you were working in a fast speed. Desperation taking over you. It was the first time you had fucked a guy like him, and it was the first time he had fucked.
“I’m sorry, I might not be that great at this.”
He said, suddenly insecure about his ability to please you. He wanted this to be perfect. You turned around to face him. Now only in your pink lace panties and the almost matching pink crop top. His hands fell on top of your hips as you leaned into him.
“Klitz, you’re going to be more than great.”
He smiled shyly at you as you kissed him softly. You continued to remove his trousers. Pulling them down together with his underwear. Your gasped as you looked down at his cock.
“What?”
He asked nervously and looked down, scared that something about him was off putting.
“No, nothing is wrong. I- it’s- ehm.”
You couldn’t find the words and started laughing slightly. He looked concerned still.
“God, Klitz, it’s huge.”
His concerned face relaxed and he let out a relived huff. You smiled and started kissing him again. He moaned into your mouth, as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and tried opening it. His clumsy, clammy hands weren’t able to work the small packaging. You grabbed the condom and put it to your mouth, ripping it open. You slowly put it on him. Once you were finished, he flipped you hastily around again. Pulling your panties down letting them rest around your ankles. You felt nervous for some reason. He was truly big, maybe even the biggest you’d ever had. He lined himself up with your entrance. Slowly pushing into you. You arched your back into him, as he moaned a curse.
“Oh my god.”
You said, feeling overwhelmed by the size of him. You looked at him in the mirror. Seeing his face in total bliss. Head turned up, and eyes closed. You started moving your hips back and forth. Wanting to see his face in even more pleasure. He opened his eyes and locked them with yours in the mirror. He grabbed your hips like he was afraid of hurting you, starting to set a slow pace.
“Is this ok?”
He asked with an already heavy breath. You smiled and nodded. Not being able to pronounce any words at that point. With the feeling of his cock hitting your spot over and over.
“You’re so tight.”
He said as his speed went up drastically. Now slamming into you. The room was filled with moans and the sound of skin against skin. You reached down and started playing with your clit, feeling already so close. You could feel him twitching inside you, he was close too.
“I want you to come.”
He said sweetly, grabbing your hips harder.
“Please, just- keep going.”
You managed to stutter out. Moments later you come around him with a loud moan, holding onto the sink for dear life.
“Fuck.”
He moans as he comes to, holding tightly around your body as his thrusts get sloppy and uneven. You catch your breaths, still intertwined.
“God, you’re amazing.”
He looks like he’s on ecstasy, taking a moment to get back to his normal self. You giggle at the sight and smile back at him in the mirror. He pulls out, and you start getting dressed.
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
You tease, pulling your panties back on. He blushed, looking down at the floor for a second. You smile to yourself, looking in the mirror before walking over to the door.
“Wait.”
He calls after you. You turn around to face him, he walks closer to you.
“Uh- maybe. If you’d want to. We could- maybe, I don’t know. Do this again?”
He asks clumsily. You grin and give him a short kiss, pulling back and seeing his bright red cheeks, that you’ve grown quite fond of.
Your crush on Klitz has never gotten in the way of one another’s affairs, that is until a very pivotal moment, The Prom.
All characters are 18 and plus
Word Count: 10,261
Warnings: MINORS DNI, Swearing, Sexual Content, You being slightly insecure, Major Angst, Klitz and You both having a shitty day (you both bitches fr. It’s ok tho, I love y’all), fluff at the end, AFAB reader
A.N: Not 100% accurate to the movie but follows plot pretty closely. I mostly wanted to make a fanfic that focuses(I didn’t focus on it a lot a lot tho) on the kinda weird dynamic with the porn stars being adults and the group barely being 18. No hate to the movie though, one of my favorites. Just thought “I’ve never seen one focus on it(if there is one, I’m sorry I didn’t see it!) so might as well make one haha”. Anyways, I posted this on my phone so my apologies if it’s a little wonky! I don’t have a laptop rn. I’ve also never published any of my fanfic’s on here before, be nice please. I hope you enjoy! :3
WESTPORT HIGH
“Dude c’mon! You know she’d give you some banging head if you just asked” The perv suggested; Eli: who never knows when to stop and has definitely tried to get in your pants a couple too many times.
“She’s not like that, she’s different” He ran his fingers through his hair anxiously; Matthew: the goody two-shoes, a little too good for your liking.
The tall one sat awkwardly as the two exchanged bicker, and you… you were definitely paying more attention to how his shaggy hair fell on his head perfectly than the fighters.
You laughed, “Awe see, the wedding is definitely still on” evoking a laugh from him; Timothy Klitz, your best friend and your crush since freshman year; having him choke on his drink.
“Guys, I love pussy too much,” Eli affirmed breaking an over-confident smile, causing eye rolls from the entire table. “Obviously it doesn’t love you, virgin” You bit back, Matthew and Klitz’s eyes widening as Eli scoffed, “I’m just too high on demand from all these ladies to choose just one”
“Yeah right, one hasn’t even chosen you” You stood up, “Anyways this lunch is shit, sonic?” All three voiced in agreement.
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SONIC
Everyone gathered in the ford’s bed enjoying their collective food. “Everyone has a date to the prom, right?”
The question settled before any gave an answer, starting with Klitz, “…No” causing heads to turn, in confusion.
“What about Ada and you?” Matthew questioned, You guys barely knew Ada but they seemed to get along. “Yeah I heard that the nerds are always the freakiest” Eli chimed in. ”ELI” Matthew and you scolded. Eli mockingly mouthing the scold, causing a smack to his arm. “Yeah, Xander and her banged in the band room, made up apparently” Klitz recalled.
“I told you nerds are f-“ “BROOKS” “Ok ok” Eli surrenders his fight, putting his hands up as if to support his claim.
“I really wasn’t into her anyways,” Klitz admits,you'd think it’d make you feel better but nope worse actually, not only would he have gone with someone he didn’t like but now he has no date. “How come?” Surely that isn’t too invasive, but as the silence is filled with wrappers you can tell it probably is. Looking down at your phone you see the time 12:45, time to get back.
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Your wine red dress stuck perfectly onto your form, your back only being covered by the tied strings left you feeling chilly, your elbow length black gloves definitely not giving any warmth. You wish Klitz was there complimenting you ”You look so pretty babe, I’m so lucky to have you” but at last, he only views you as one of the boys, definitely not a consideration. You threw your chunky black heels on and stepped outside, a limo surprising you, the years before you all would cramp up in whoever was driving’s car and be on your bumpy and scary but very merry way.
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WESTPORT HIGH
The plan is simple enough, distract the principale, sneak into the library, film the Sex Ed flim and get the fuck out but it could never be that easy, right? As you all walk to the hallway door, jocks stop you all, ganging up immediately. You sigh as Matthew speaks to them, words of “c’mon” and “I have a proposal for you” sparks their interest and they follow along with you all.
Walking through the hallway is quiet, boring enough for you to sneak a look at Klitz holding the arms with April, her blond locks falling down her shoulders beautifully, you can’t help but feel weird about it. You weren’t super keen on the entire plan from the start, but especially weren’t keen on Klitz having a porn star date dropped onto you in the limo. Danielle had offered to get someone for you when she saw your reaction to Klitz, but you declined.
You couldn’t even bag a guy your age, you’d rather not deal with one older. Your stomach churned with the thought of Klitz possibly going home with her tonight, your overwhelming thoughts were cut off by Matthew telling Klitz “Keep watch” and you to help with lighting.
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You checked lighting, watching Matthew explain the plan to the jocks, “You guys are gonna help demonstrate with them,ok?” they were scared shitless, which was a sight to see but you couldn’t even enjoy it with your heart turning every 5 seconds.
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Well that plan didn’t work, they finished almost immediately, Eli called break and you all huddled together, “Well I can’t do it, I’m producer” Eli pointed out, “I literally have a vagina” You joked. “I’ll do it,” Klitz said.
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After some preparation, Klitz was now sat next to April who was in a more revealing outfit. You stood by Eli as he looked through the camera, you were flaunting a supportive smile even though you felt like melting into the floor. “I know this isn’t professional but I think you’re really cute” April confessed, “I mean it, you’re really cute.” You forced that smile to stay as she ran her hand on his thigh or otherwise your feelings would definitely be exposed.
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The stars had one last thing to do and that was the final course you could say, the vaginal penetration. You could sit through every other thing, but this you knew wasn’t going to go well for you. “And now we will demonstrate how to properly penetrate the vagina!” Ferrari exclaimed, Klitz sat with a mesh mask on, making his identity unknown.
You played with your fingers to ease the anxiety you were feeling, Matthew stood by you, “You okay?” He whispered, “Yeah, isn’t this kinda weird though” you asked. He nodded before continuing to watch the show.
Klitz pulled off his robe exposing his “Penis and scrotum!”.
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You just saw Timothy fucking Klitz inside of a pornstar, you couldn’t move, for some reason didn’t leave before you knew the unthinkable was gonna happen. Your head ran with so many thoughts but the top one was you need to speak to your best friend.
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You pulled Klitz into the computer room, his soft expression being illuminated by the resting computers. “What is it?” He questioned, you could tell he was taking your troubled expression in, “I- well, I think this is all fucking weird” You sat down, “Is it me?” His voice is as soft as his features.
“What do you mean?” Shit, he’s clueless. “Yes but no'' you couldn’t bear to tell Klitz all of what you were feeling, the jealousy, concern, disgust, and you know…how you just saw your best friend’s first time inside some porn star, and not you.
“It’s weird seeing you, with her like I wouldn’t expect you to do that” The silence grew loud, you swore you could hear your own heart beat. “It must be weird seeing someone like that attracted to me” Like that? What does that me- “Klitz n-“ His voice silencing yours, “No I get it, I’m just the one no one thinks anyone could be attracted to” his hand reaching for the door.
“That’s not what I meant Klitz” you explain, “Jealous?” excuse me? All of the concern and hurt went to anger.
“You know what” you spat out, staring up at Klitz, his smirk still frozen on his face.“What?” he mocked, it growing ever so slightly, you couldn’t help but notice how his robe fell off his shoulders and the light made his sweat glisten on his collarbones.
“Fuck you Timothy and fuck this!” His mouth opened as if he wanted to speak but before he could, “Hey, we gotta get back to filming man” Matthew creeped his head into the room, eyeing you down concerned “You okay?” You ignored his question and sped out, barely getting out of the library before tears started dropping.
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You sat down on the steps, your vision foggy. You had liked Klitz all of these years but thought it wasn’t that bad, didn’t think it could cause an argument like this. A few students walked by you, eyeing you down as they stepped past. You probably just looked like another miserable student that got dumped for someone hotter and better. You leaned your head into your knees, letting all your emotions out.
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“Man, that wasn’t cool of you” Matthew confronted, even Eli didn’t have anything to say but “You gotta apologize, chicks dig that” Klitz took a deep breath in before opening the door and sitting down next to you, the two walked pass and mouthed, “Apologize” before getting in the limo. Mouthing “Just text” as they closed the doors, driving off.
“Hey” Klitz said softly, “I’m sorry” You savored the safety of your bent over position before sitting up and wiping your eyes. You couldn’t get yourself to look at him just yet so you opted for the moon. He continued, “I shouldn’t have been such a dick, It must’ve been really uncomfortable for you” You stayed silent ”And I-I don’t want you to think that I don’t care”
He shifted a little before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, “I do, it was just, I banged a pornstar in front of my crush.” Crush? You finally moved your head to face him. His black tuxedo was a little baggy on him, and his hair was even more shaggy than before, his angled nose was pointed at the ground as he stared down. Now that you were looking at him, you couldn’t tell why you’d ever be mad at him.
All he ever did was make you happy, and laugh so hard you couldn’t breath, “I’m sorry too Klitzy” You could see a slight smile from him, “But I’m your crush?” You asked, you never thought he’d ever like you like that. He let out a small laugh, “Yeah dude, since we first met each other in freshman. Why do you think I got my corsage as your favorite color?”
You’d been so fueled by jealousy and anger you didn’t even notice it, “Oh my god, You didn’t”. “I did, here”. He pulled out another one ”Can I?” You let your arm out to him as he puts it on. You took a second to stare at it, “It’s beautiful” “Just like you” He said, gaining the biggest smile from you, you leaned your head against his shoulder.
“I love being best friends but let’s try being more” You suggested, now it was his turn to give a big smile “I’d love to.”
P.s: I hope you enjoyed! I never write fanfic to publish so that’s why it’s not as good as some others on here but netherless if you guys have an prompts you want written, I can definitely try my best to make them entertaining for you guys! ^~^
Here’s a little something I’ve been working on while trying to survive the last few days of school 😫
Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated 💖
Klitz x femme reader
Warnings: fake dating, language, sexual references
You’d never thought much about hell, but you have a sneaking suspicion it might look like a high school cafeteria.
Amber smirks from the other side of the table, sipping from her diet coke can through a straw as you stab half-heartedly at your wilty cobb salad. You can almost picture flames manifesting behind her.
If hell were in a high school, then she’d be sitting on the throne.
“He’s looking at you again.”
The best response you can manage is an eye roll; there’s no need to ask who she’s talking about or wonder whether or not she’s lying. You’ve felt Luke’s eyes on you since the moment you sat down, fucking laser vision holes burned into your shoulder blades.
She drops the coke can onto the table, folding her arms primly. All of her expressions have a sardonic quality, but she nearly manages to convey sympathy.
“How long’s it been this time?”
“About 3 weeks.”
Her tone is derisive, eyes wide in mock surprise. “A new record. And just in time for prom.”
Like you needed the reminder.
“After what he said, he’ll need to beg to have me back,” you respond, and maybe you mean it, maybe you don’t. Luke’s as constant as anything at Westport High—your sometimes boyfriend, sometimes ex, since the beginning of sophomore year. It was one of those things you’d felt you needed to do: get a popular, good-looking boyfriend who played football or baseball or soccer, lose your virginity at a house party, go to prom together, maybe even college . . . maybe forever. You’d been set, had it checked off your to-do list.
Until now.
“He’s not the only one who’s staring.”
That’s Tiff giggling, pointing in the opposite direction, where the socially-inept student body filled the tables. You know who she’s talking about, too.
Tiff never had a mean streak before Amber had joined last year, turning your duo into a trio. She’d been nicer in middle school—a little ditzy, but always smiling. You like to think you’d resisted that part of Amber’s influence, but you could never really be sure.
And it’s not like Amber was all bad. She was generous—with her clothes, her time, rides in her little red sports car. She got you and Tiff off your couch on Friday nights and into parties, at football games with paw prints painted on your cheeks, to bonfires down at the beach. She could be sweet and genuine, and you never felt better about yourself than when she thought something about you was worth noticing.
But when it came to people like Klitz, she could be downright evil.
She’s got that glint in her eyes at Tiff’s observation, turning to the table where he and his friends always sit. Against your better judgment, you turn to look, too.
His eyes meet yours immediately—wide and innocent behind thin frames—and then he blushes, ducking his head. You watch him shake his long, sandy hair around his face, one finger snaking up his nose to push his glasses back into place. You’d think it would be impossible for him to hunch his shoulders any more, but he glances shyly back in your direction, practically folding in on himself when he sees you’re still looking at him. Amber offers a sarcastic little wave.
“God, he’s obsessed with you,” she says, flicking her long hair back over her shoulder. You wonder—more than a little wickedly—if she’s jealous that there’s attention on you instead of her. The sting of guilt that follows turns your stomach.
“He is not,” you say, unsure if you really believe it. You say a lot of things you don’t really believe around Amber.
“Yeah, okay,” she snorts, “should we ask him? I swear to god he almost cums in his pants when you look at him. Probably has to jack off every five minutes to keep himself from busting in class.”
“Don’t be gross.” You hope you sound disgusted—hope Amber can’t feel the heat in your cheeks, can’t sense the warm pit in your stomach at the idea. Thinking about his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he shakes, skin shiny and flushed . . .
God, it's been too long since you've gotten any action. Three weeks was a whole different kind of record for that.
Maybe Amber can read your mind. “You should ask him out.”
You’re not going to honor that with a response. She watches you roll your eyes, reaching out her hand to rest it on your own, her long, slender fingers and manicured nails stretched across the blue tabletop.
“I’m serious,” she says, and her expression would look at home on a Bond villain, “you go on a few dates, let him feel you up, give him some material for the spank bank. When Luke sees that you’re moving on—especially with some loser—he’ll get crazy jealous, and bam, you’re back together for prom. It’s a fool-proof plan. Everybody wins.”
It’s hard to tell whether she’s joking or not. You decide to laugh it off. “You scare me sometimes.”
She cocks one eyebrow, sitting back in her chair. Definitely not a joke. “Fine, have it your way. Maybe I’ll ask him out. You know what they say about tall, skinny guys.”
Yeah, right. Amber would swallow him whole. Like a fucking anaconda.
Snake or not, she’s thrown down the gauntlet, and you know all too well how badly something like this could end if she didn’t get her way. It’s difficult to know which part of this she enjoys most—embarrassing somebody like Klitz, or getting you to do what she wants with so little effort.
“You’re a real bitch,” you tell her, only half-serious, but you’re still standing, walking across the lunch room with more than a few pairs of eyes on you. Everyone’s eyes—except for Klitz.
He’s looking pointedly at the table, but his friends aren’t. You know Matt from some of your classes, and Eli’s house is just a few down from your own. He’s watching you wide-eyed, smacking Klitz on the arm, flinching when Klitz hits him back. You’re still too far to hear them, but you can read his lips well enough.
Dude, she’s coming this way.
Klitz thinks his heart is going to burst from his chest, like that scene in Alien that Eli made him watch even though he felt like he was going to puke for half the movie and had his eyes glued on the ceiling for the rest.
God, he hopes he doesn’t puke now.
Eli and Matt do their best to appear natural, which isn’t saying much. He watches Eli’s eyes flash in your direction and then back to him over and over again, their tempo quickening with every step closer you come. He knows exactly when you’re going to fall into the seat beside him and he still jumps.
“Hi.” You’re smiling up at him with sparkling lips, batting your lashes. You smell like a fruit smoothie—strawberries, peaches, pineapple. He can’t speak.
Eli jumps in with a cheeky smile, filling in Klitz’s silence. “Uh, hi.”
“Hi.” You shoot a glance and a smile in his direction, but your eyes always come back to Klitz.
He’s definitely going to puke.
Klitz waits for you to go in on him. Waits for you to say, what’s your deal, you fucking perv? I know that you think about me every time you touch yourself, know about all your stupid little disgusting fantasies. You can forget it. I’d rather eat shards of glass for breakfast than let you touch me.
He hates to admit it, but the idea of you calling him out like that makes him kind of hot.
Instead you rest your head in your hand, crossing your legs under the table so your skirt rides up higher against your thigh. He watches your knee nudge his, and he wouldn’t believe it if he wasn’t seeing this with his own eyes. Everything from the waist down is numb.
Almost everything.
“So Tim—“ you start, and that shakes him a little from his haze.
“You know my name?” he asks before he can stop himself.
You actually laugh a little. Matt’s head falls into hands.
“Yeah, of course. You sit behind me in AP Lit.”
“Oh, yeah, right.” He wonders if you’ve noticed him scooting to the edge of his chair so that he could peer over your shoulder, watching you fill your notebook with your bubbly handwriting, laughing silently at the little doodles that you draw in the margins. He wonders if you can hear the way he breathes a little deeper when he rests his chin in his hand, trying to catch a whiff of your shampoo.
“Anyways,” you brush off his odd behavior with a flick of your wrist, turning more fully to face him, your knee pressing higher up on his thigh, “they’re doing a special showing of Scream at The Obsidian tomorrow, and I really want to go see it, but my friends are too scared and I don’t want to go alone” —you pause, glancing down, looking up at him through your lashes like you know it’s cheat code for shutting off his brain— “and I guess I was wondering if you’d want to go . . . with me?”
What. The. Fuck.
“Of course he will,” Eli says, “Klitz loves scary movies.”
That’s a lie. He wonders what else Eli could make up in the next few minutes it would take him to remember how to make sounds with his mouth. Yeah, my friend Klitz fucks like a god. He may look scrawny and weak, but under that polo? It’s solid muscle and a twelve inch dick.
“Really?” Now you have your hand on his arm, skin to skin contact. There’s a buzzing in his ears, like his head is full of hornets.
“Uh, yeah.” What had he just agreed to? It doesn’t really matter; you could ask him to do laps around the room naked and he’d start stripping.
“So you’ll go?”
“Yeah.” He’s lucky you’re not asking him tougher questions. He's lucky you don't seem to notice his eyes flashing between your face and your tits.
“Great, it’s a date.” You bend back behind him, shirt riding up over your hip, revealing more and more of your skin, the dip of your waist—the perfect place to dig his fingers in. He hears the rumble of his backpack zipper echoing through his skull, and he brings his hand to his lips, biting into the meat of his palm.
You pop back up into his field of vision and take his wrist in your grip, positioning him just the way you’d like before bending in close. His spit smears across your skin as you hold him in place, and he’s counting his breaths, trying to stay conscious.
“Here’s my number,” you write it carefully across the back of his hand, punctuating the digits with a heart, “text me.”
“Yeah,” he says again, a broken record.
“Cool,” you smile at him one last time, popping the cap back on the pen, tucking it behind his ear. With a wink and a flip of your skirt, you’re gone.
Matt’s staring at the numbers on the back of his hand. “Dude. What just happened?”
a/n : i got this prompt off of pinterest😭 ideas were needed and i’m sorry if your name is helen😭
“For fucks sake.” The owner of the flower shop that you worked at (for some reason) had just called you to cover someone else’s shift as they were ‘sick’.
You knew exactly who’s shift you had to cover. That bitch Helen’s. Ugh you hated her with every fibre of your being.
And the worst thing is, you had to go there right after you’d finished school. You were on your way right now.
Sighing, you unlocked the door to the shop and went in the back to prepare yourself.
Letting out another sigh, you stood behind the counter, bored out of your life.
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2 hours had passed and there had been no customers. The odd occasional person, but they never intended to buy anything.
You thought of just packing up and going home, you literally couldn’t take it anymore.
That was until someone barged in and slapped about 20 bucks on the counter.
“How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in a flower?”
You gave the teenage boy a confused look. The fuck? You were sure you’d seen him before somewhere.
“Um, follow me?” You led him into a small room full of various flowers.
“So you said you wanted to know how to passive-aggressively say fuck you in a flower?” He nodded. You chuckled under your breath.
“Right then. We have geraniums which mean stupidity, foxglove which means insincerity, meadowsweet which means uselessness, yellow carnations which means you have disappointed me, and orange lilies which means hatred. Take your pic.”
The boy looked stunned at your knowledge of flowers, well you did work in a flower shop after all, you had to know these things.
“Um, can I just take 2 of all of them?” He asked, nervously. “I don’t think 20 dollars is gonna get you 2 each of 5 different types of flower.”
“Oh.” His face flushed red.
“You know what, I might loose my job for this but you’re cute so it doesn’t matter, I’ll let you have them for free.”
Once again the boy’s face flushed red at your comment of him being cute, but you dismissed it.
“T-thank you.” He stuttered.
You took 2 each of each flower you had recommended as he requested and put them all in a bouquet.
“So, who’s it to?” You asked him. “Huh?” The confused look on your face made you want to melt. “Who is the bouquet for?” You could see the memory comeback to him as his fists clenched.
“Eli Brooks.” Wait- you definitely knew Eli Brooks, and you definitely knew the guy in front of you, you’d seen his familiar bowl cut and small glasses around. Holy shit, this was  Matthew Kidman’s friends. You knew Matthew as the school president whatever the fuck he was.
“You’re Timothy Klitz aren’t you?” You asked him. “Huh-What? Oh, yeah-um-yeah, that’s me. Everyone calls me Klitz.” You nodded your head with a small smile.
“Well, I hope your friend Eli enjoys this bouquet full of loathing, enjoy your day!” You handed it to him and he shouted to you before he rushed out of the door.
“Thank you! And y-you too!”
The smile on your face never disappeared for the rest of the day.
