#klitz one shot

[cannedbeefaroni]

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

Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck it. You’ll do some vodka shots. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi Eli,” you said out of politeness. 

“Heyyy you got a boyfriend?” he slurred. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

He laughed, “again, on what planet?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Isn’t it obvious?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2

[clementine-side-blog]

Summer Cramps - T.K

Summary: Klitz comforts y/n when she starts her period.

Content Warning: Explicit language, AFAB!Reader, she/her pronouns, periods, fluff, and Klitz being a caring boyfriend.

Word Count: 2.9k

Songs For Inspo:

Island In The Sun - Weezer

Darlin' - The Beach Boys

Too Sweet - Hozier

Choking On Flowers - Fox Academy

"Use it, baby. I don't really like that shirt anyways."

Y/n looked out of the window, eyes flickering back and forth as she watched the trees whizz by. She began to feel a little dizzy, so she averted her gaze. Blinking harshly, she rubbed her eyes with balled fists before looking to her left. Klitz, her boyfriend, sat in the driver seat. His hands were planted firmly on the wheel as he turned a corner, flipping his blinker on. The clicking sound echoed in y/n's ears, almost like a metronome, before it turned off a few seconds later.

It was a warm summer day, in the month of June to be specific. The couple had spent the majority of the morning at a park. They had a little picnic as a date and it was a great way to start the day off. Nothing else was planned, but they were currently driving back to Klitz's apartment. Y/n had moved in with him just a few months ago. It was a big step in the relationship, but they had been dating since their sophomore year in high school. They were comfortable with each other.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" Klitz asked, chuckling softly.

Y/n snapped out of her thoughts, realizing that she had been staring. Her cheeks heated up, a little embarrassed that she was caught. The stoplight ahead turned red and Klitz slowed down to a stop. He glanced at y/n out of the corner of his eye, waiting for her to respond.

"Just thinking."

He raised an eyebrow at the vague answer. That could mean a variety of things. It was an answer, sure, but not a good one. When the light turned green, he began to drive once again. His eyes were focused on the road.

"About?" He questioned.

Y/n gave a soft smile to her boyfriend. She looked like she was in a trance. Her eyes were glazed over and it created an almost sleepy look. Reaching over, y/n playfully patted Klitz on his right knee.

"Just how much I love you."

Her words made his heart race in his chest. His stomach filled with butterflies that fluttered frantically inside of him. No matter how many times y/n said it, it would always make him blush. His cheeks tinted pink, and he removed one hand from the steering wheel to place on top of her hand that was on his knee. His thumb brushed over her knuckles back and forth.

"I love you too, baby."

Y/n giggled and looked back towards the street. Music played softly from the radio. She couldn't tell what song it was exactly, since it was pretty quiet, but she was able to identify that it was The Beach Boys. How fitting! It was Summer after all. An-

A sharp pain shot through y/n's belly, causing her hand to recoil from underneath Klitz's. His eyes widened at the sudden movement, but he kept his gaze on the road. A pitiful groan left y/n's lips, and she hunched over.

"Woah, hey, are you ok?" He asked worriedly.

Y/n didn't give a response, except for another low groan. Her chest heaved up and down with every deep breath she took. After a few moments, she sat back up, but had her hands resting on her lower stomach. She let out a shaky breath as she moved one of her hands between her legs. After pressing her fingers against the crotch of her light denim shorts, she held it up to her view. The pads of her pointer and middle finger were smudged with a dark red. Her eyes widened.

"Are you fucking...shit..." She muttered under her breath.

Klitz looked over, seeing the blood on her fingers. His eyes widened as well, and he swallowed thickly. He knew instantly what had happened, as it was fairly obvious. Sighing, he reached behind him, his hand searching for something in the backseat. It wasn't that dangerous, as he was waiting for traffic to move. After a few more seconds of searching, he held out a shirt to y/n.

"Sit on this so you don't bleed on the seat." He said, turning his attention back to the road as cars started to move.

She took it, but looked at him doubtfully. He simply rolled his eyes in response. A light scoff left his lips.

"Use it, baby. I don't really like that shirt anyways."

Y/n nodded, raising herself up to slide the shirt underneath her. Wincing, she lowered back down onto the seat. She felt like her stomach was on fire. Thankfully, they weren't that far from the apartment. She had tampons and pads in their bathroom, but she didn't have any on her. Her period wasn't supposed to come for another three days, so she was just caught off guard.

"You ok? I know your periods are usually horrible." He asked, turned right.

She squinted her eyes shut, gripping the car door tightly. It was as if it was all crashing down on her at once. He wasn't wrong though. Her periods were normally the worst. Her cramps were always painful, the bleeding was always heavy, and she got cranky/emotional easily.

"I'm f-fine...just...hurts..."

Her words were soft. Even talking felt like it was too strenuous on her stomach muscles. God help her if she laughed or sneezed. That would be the end of her.

"Well, do you need anything? I can make a quick stop at the store if yo-"

"Home! Please, just, I wanna go home..." She blurted out, tone a little harsh.

Klitz didn't take it personally, though. He knew she wasn't mad at him. She was just in pain, and he felt sympathy towards her situation. He gave a simple nod as an answer. For the rest of the ride, he focused on getting them home as quick as possible.

When the couple got to the apartment complex, Klitz tried to help her walk. She refused the offer, but thanked him for it. To be honest, she could have used the help, but she was worried about letting go of her stomach. Even though it didn't make sense, she felt like cradling her stomach was keeping her cramps at bay. That wasn't true, but it was a psychological thing. Instead of helping her walk, he unlocked the door and let her go in first.

"M' gonna go..." Y/n trailed off, pointing at the door to the bathroom.

Klitz nodded and locked the front door. He hung up his car keys, as well as his apartment key, on the hooks on the wall. Y/n had taken her shoes off and placed them by the door, and Klitz did the same. The slightly bloody shirt from the car was in his hands, and he contemplated whether he wanted to keep it or not. Too tired from the Summer heat to even think, he just tossed it in the garbage can. He really didn't care for the shirt.

While y/n was in the bathroom, he walked over to the fridge. He opened up the freezer that was attached to it, and grabbed a pint of ice cream. It was y/n's favorite flavor. He spooned a couple scoops out of it and plopped them into a bowl. He put the pint back in the freezer and grabbed a spoon, placing it in the bowl. A sigh left his throat as he slid the bowl onto the kitchen table.

The sound of a door opening caught his attention, and he looked over to see y/n come out of the bathroom. She was only wearing the tank top she chose for the picnic, and her bloody underwear. The soiled shorts were clutched tightly in her hand, and she looked peeved. Klitz adjusted his glasses as he frowned.

"I got you some ice cream!" He tried to cheer her up.

Y/n repeated what he said in a high-pitched tone. It was obvious mockery, and it made Klitz raise an eyebrow. She disappeared into their bedroom, most likely to discard the shorts and put some new underwear on. Her ramblings continued, but Klitz couldn't quite make it out. All he could pick up on was "stupid dumb sun" and "ice cream is the cure". It was hard to tell if she was being sarcastic or serious.

After a few moments, she stormed back in. She had changed her underwear and now had on a pair of sleep shorts. Y/n was still mumbling under her breath, and he could hear it much better as she approached the kitchen table.

"I had nooo idea that ice cream made the pain go away!" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Klitz grabbed the bowl.

"So, you don't want it?"

Y/n furrowed her brows and snatched the bowl from him. He chuckled as she walked to the couch, plopping down on it with a grumble. There was no way she'd refuse ice cream. Klitz knew her like the back of his hand. He smiled as he walked over to her, sitting down right on the spot beside her. She took a big bite of the ice cream and a small smile grew on her face.

"Is it good?" He asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question.

She nodded a bit, taking another bite. He wanted to tell her to slow down, so she didn't get a brain freeze, but a part of him was worried she'd bite his head off. So he'd just let it run its course. Clearing his throat, he patted his knees before standing up. He had forgotten something crucial. Y/n gave him a glance as he walked back to the kitchen, but turned her focus back to the cold delicacy in the bowl. A few more bites and it would be all gone.

"Is it still hurting, baby? Or is it not so bad?" He asked, hovering his hand over the medicine cabinet.

"Hurts." She replied simply, wincing before taking another bite.

With the confirmation, he opened up the cabinet. He scanned over the pill bottles until he found the one he needed. Grabbing it, he opened it up and shook out two pills. He put the container back in its place before closing the cabinet. After that, he poured a glass of water.

"Take these, ok?" He instructed, walking over and kneeling in front of y/n.

He always looked so goofy when he knelt on the ground. Maybe it was his long legs, but it made him look like an awkward giraffe or something. He looked like Gumby. Though he didn't find that resemblance to be as humorous as y/n did. Y/n groaned and took the final bite of ice cream. She placed the bowl on the end table next to her, and sighed in defeat. Klitz watched her as she placed the pills in her mouth, following it with a large sip of water. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, moving the glass to the end table.

Satisfied, Klitz got up from his knelt position. He then walked into their bedroom, removing his belt as he did so. Y/n yawned and grabbed the T.V remote, turning it on and looking through shows to watch. When she couldn't decide, she resorted to ole faithful. The Big Bang Theory. You could never go wrong with a sitcom.

As the episode started playing, Klitz came back from the bedroom. He was now wearing a white undershirt and a pair of boxers. Y/n didn't blame him. It was hot as hell outside. That was why she was wearing a tank top and shorts. Stretching his arms above his head, he sat back down on the couch.

Y/n mumbled and crawled over to him. He raised an arm, allowing y/n to nuzzle under it and rest her head on his chest. But she quickly change the position, not finding it comfortable. After a certain number of changes, Klitz decided to suggest one. They were sitting on the long part of the "L" couch, so it gave them plenty of leg room. He spread his legs open a little, letting y/n slide between them. Her back rested against his chest, and she could hear his heartbeat. She hummed softly, immediately loving the new position.

"Good?" He asked, running his fingers through her hair.

She nodded, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around her stomach. He chuckled, but didn't resist. Gently, he started to rub circles onto her tummy.

"I'm sorry you're hurting, baby."

His words were so genuine. Y/n loved how caring he was. He was such a selfless man. Klitz would take the pain away from her if he could. He'd even take it on himself if it meant that she could get relief.

"S' ok..." She mumbled softly.

He leaned down a bit, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'm gonna take care of you. Just like I always do." He smiled against her hair.

A soft giggle rose from her chest.

"You're so sweet, Klitzy..."

Y/n's compliment trailed off, leading into sniffling. His eyes widened at the sound. Carefully, he rolled y/n onto her stomach, so she was facing him. His heart shatter at the sight of tears trickling down her rosy cheeks. He quickly brushed them away with his thumb, drawing her close to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in it as well. As she wept, he rubbed her back comfortingly.

"Shh, shh, it's ok, baby. What's wrong?" He cooed.

Pulling away just barely, y/n choked on her words. Her eyes were red and puffy, and the tip of her nose was slowly turning red a well. It was a painful thing to see.

"J-Just love you so, so, s-so much..."

Klitz tutted, moving one of his hands to the back of her head. He massaged her scalp gently, knowing it was one of the best ways to calm her down. Her sobs slowly faded, and she wiped away any excess tears.

"I love you too, baby. But I don't like seeing you cry!" He kissed her shoulder.

Y/n sat up on his lap, looking down at her hands. She looked embarrassed, though she had no reason to be. It upset him to see her be like that. With a soft gaze, he looked into her eyes. His hand came up to cup her face, thumb stroking her skin delicately. He handled her like a fragile piece of fine China.

Klitz could tell that she wasn't sure what to say. She looked at a loss for words. Or maybe she just didn't feel like talking. Either way, he knew he'd have to break the silence. He sighed, admiring her facial features. Even though he hated seeing her cry, it amazed him how beautiful she looked when she did. There was never a moment where she didn't look absolutely stunning.

Without saying anything, he pulled her closer to his face. His lips met hers in a soft kiss. With a hand on her cheek and a hand on her lower back, everything felt right in the world. For a moment, y/n forgot all about the pain that she was in. Sure, it was still there, but that was not her main focus. The loving embrace from her boyfriend was on her mind. She melted against him, sliding her hands up to his shoulders. His hands never left her body when he pulled away.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she felt like a feather in the wind. She felt weightless. So many emotions flooded her body and she wasn't sure which ones were real or not. The pain resurfaced, causing her to wince. When she closed her eyes from the pain, a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Oh, baby, please don't cry..." He frowned.

"M' sorry, just..."

Klitz rubbed her back, nodding in understanding. Although he would never know the pain his girlfriend went through, he could still be there for her. He could be understanding. What kind of lover would he be if he didn't?

He opened his mouth to say something, but y/n cut him off. The waterworks opened, and tears were now streaming down her face like a waterfall. She was exhausted from the heat, in pain from the cramps, and emotional from the hormones. It was a triple header. No wonder she was crying so much. He couldn't blame her.

She wrapped her arms back around his neck. He watched in silence as she nuzzled her face against his white shirt. Teardrops soaked the material as she cried into it.

"Oh, um, ok baby. D-Do what you need to do..." He stuttered, a little caught off guard.

Y/n wept into his chest, muttering incoherent words as she did so. He wished he could tell what she was saying, but it was hard to over the crying. So he simply rubbed her back, resting his cheek against the top of her head.

"That's it, let it out baby. I've got you..."

The movement of his hand on her back, the low register of his voice, and his comfort. They were all things that helped calm y/n down. She continued to cry, though it faded after a while. The crying turned into mumbling, the mumbling turned into occasional words, and then that turned into silence. Her body rose and fell with every breath Klitz took. He could tell that she had fallen asleep. She wore herself out with her crying, and she was already tired to begin with. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her in a protective hold.

"I got you."

[creepling]

> CREEPLING'S RULES

DNI/BEFORE YOU FOLLOW

-- no racists, anti-LGBT+, TERFs, xenophobes, fatphobic and misogynistic people. or just anyone who has hate in their heart. my blog is a safe place so, politely, fuck off.

-- any minors/ageless blogs DNI. i am an adult that writes adult content, and i do not feel comfortable with minors interacting with me.

-- blank blogs also DNI. this cess-pit of a site is full of bots and i'm not taking my chances. plus, it is restrictive interacting with blogless accounts and i like to do that with my followers.

-- if your account involves proana, ed, self-harm, TERF, right-wing politics, or loli/shota, high chances i won't fw you.

-- my fanfics will consist of dark content, smut and kinks. i tag my fanfics accordingly so DO NOT READ if you are uncomfortable with those subjects. please curate your own online experience, and you are free to block me to avoid my content; i won't take it personally.

-- fiction does not equal reality. i may write about certain things, but that does not mean i condone it irl. take that into consideration when reading my fanfics.

-- also have to drop the "i have a life outside fanfiction" type thing, but we all do. i may fall into inactivity from time to time, and that is okay. please do not demand me of my writing for your own consumption. remember i am a real person and deserve to be treated with respect.

REQUESTING INFORMATION

-- i am a majoritly x reader fanfic writer, but i do ships from time to time.

-- when writing reader i keep fem/gn in mind depending on the work. if you request male reader i'll try my hand at it, but full warning i haven't written male reader before.

-- my inbox is always open, but does not necessarily mean requests are open. i am always patient with my works and each request i accept might take a while to complete.

-- if you send a request, please state what you want in the piece. most notably the scenario and fem/gn/male/gen reader. the work will depend on how much i can write and what inspires me, so it can either be a one-shot, drabble or headcanon. i will state at the beginning which one it ends up being.

-- i also have the right to decline requests i do not want to write. whether that be because i do not think i can do it justice or it goes against my rules. if i decline your ask, it is never personal.

-- please refrain from duplicating asks, i always feel bad when i write a request that another writer is also working on. it makes things awkward.

WHAT I WRITE

age gaps (all 18+), breeding, breath play, cuckholding, corruption, dubcon, dacryphilia, drug use, degradation, femdom, fear play, knife play, kidnapping, mask kink, masturbation, monsterfucking, noncon, overstimulation, pegging, power dynamics, praising, s*x pollen, stepcest, spitting, somnophilia, voyeurism.

WHAT I DO NOT WRITE

age play, bestiality, eating disorders, foot fetish, furry, gender dysphoria, race play, smut involving anything with high schools/minor's spaces, suicide, self-harm, scat, vomit, vore (no hate to these categories btw, it's just not my thing).

(reminder these are only for smut and dead dove fanfics, all fluff/angst categories i am fine with)

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS

THE BATMAN - batman/bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler, selina kyle/catwoman.

BALDUR'S GATE III - astarion, gale, shadowheart, karlach, haslin, wyll.

DANONATION (PAUL DANO CHARACTERS) - dwayne hoover, eli sunday, edward nashton, jay (okja), pierre bezukhov, calvin weir-fields, klitz.

HORROR SLASHERS - michael myers, jason vorhees, bubba sawyer, ghostface, tommy slater, candyman, brahms heelshire, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair.

THE LAST OF US - joel miller, ellie willians, abby anderson.

MIDNIGHT MASS - paul hill, sheriff hassan, riley flynn, erin greene.

RESIDENT EVIL - leon s. kennedy, claire redfield, ada wong, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, ashley graham, luis serra navarro, alcina dimitrescu, karl heisenberg.

SUPERNATURAL - sam winchester, dean winchester, azazel, bobby singer, ava wilson

THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE GAME - johnny slaughter, sissy slaughter, hands slaughter, danny gaines, leland mckinney, sonny williams, julie crawford, connie taylor, ana flores.

THE BEAR - richie jerimovich, sydney adamu, neil fak, marcus

X-MEN - wolverine, cyborg, beast, rogue, gambit, magneto, nightcrawler, morph, pyro, storm.

(all subject to change!!)

[bug-eyed-bum1234]

🦢Twitter Snooper 🦢 (Fem! Y/N/Tim Klitz) (1/?)

Word count: 837 (I know its short! Sry!)

Tags: Mature, profanity, overall pervy-ness from Eli, no actual use of Y/N, reader works for Onlyfans, fairly tame!(so far...)

"Hey guys!! Merry Christmas! I bought a set just for this season. I hope you all enjoy <3" The caption read. You were posed in a cheeky, lace lingerie set with green and red accents. You had been posting on twitter ever since you turned 18. You caught many peoples attention quickly, and it helped you realize a path you hadn't thought of until then. OnlyFans.

Twitter would be the perfect place to advertise it, and you would be making money off of something you already enjoyed doing.

That's how everything started. Klitz’s eyes shot open, mouth hung, pupils darting from Eli to Matt.

“Hey Klitz, you good man?” Eli chortled, eyebrows askew. “Yeah you seem a little shook up” Matt agreed.

“Yeah I’m fine! Just another stupid thing Elon is doing.” He wittily replied, coming up with a lie as fast as he could. Eli was the one who suggested to scroll Twitter when he got bored of the porn tapes he “studied” for film school.Klitz’ s eyes shot open, mouth hung, pupils darting from Eli to Matt. Klitz agreed just to get himself away from watching it with his friends on a big screen, at least this way he could have a little bit of privacy. That is when he came across your picture. He didn’t even recognize you until he opened up the picture fully just to see your face greeting him.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get a drink, want anything?” He timidly questioned the tripod.

“Yeah just a Dr. Pepper.”

He shifted his way towards the kitchen. Phone still open in his hand, hidden against the cloth of his khakis. He opened the fridge door, a little more security between him and the living room. He lifted his phone, opening your profile. He inspected your bio, profile picture, and even your banner just to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. Your profile pic was you with a soft, pink filter wearing a bikini top with pastel, heart shaped cups. Your banner was a pattern of those candy hearts with phrases like “Lick me” and “Cutie”.

Your bio simply said: “Miss me! Miss me! Now you gotta kiss me! ~<3”

He stood there trembling, feeling so hot even in the cooling air of the open refrigerator. He imbedded your username into his memory, taking a screenshot just in case. He grabbed the drinks and headed towards the living room.

• • •

Klitz’ s phone buzzed. At first, just a quick *bzzzt* then silence, he decided to ignore it when suddenly the buzzing became rapid. Klitz gave in and opened his phone, greeted with Eli’s name sprawled across his screen a numerous amount of times. He opened the text.

(Eli:) Dude “something with Elon”??? Bullshit. What good shit did you find??

(Eli:) Im being dead serious dude, what did you find??

(Eli:) Istg answer me dumb fuck

(Eli:) wait, was it someONE?????

(Eli:) OH MY GOD DUDE WHO WAS ON TWITTER?

(Eli:) ARE THEY INTO YOU? ARE YOU GOING TO FINALLY NOT BE PUSSYLESS KLITZ???

(Eli:) wait. No i cant lose my virginity after YOU. Im coming over.

(Klitz:) First of all, no girl was hitting on me. Second of all, dont come over. Im studying and dont need more of a distraction than you are already providing me. Third of all, Its my phone, my business, my shit. See you at school tomorrow.

Right as he hit send, the “bing” was accompanied by the “ding-dong” of the doorbell.

He opened the door to a playfully aggressive Eli and perplexed Matt. Eli pushed Klitz into the living room and onto the couch, spewing out ridiculous accusations along the way.

“You can’t lose your virginity first, that’s not happening, I’m not going to let that happen!” Eli spat, pacing the room, punctuating the sentence with pointedly wagged fingers towards Klitz.

Matt’s ears perked up.

“Wait, Klitz do you have a girlfriend?” He interjected between the interrogation scene.

“Guys, no. I don’t have a girlfriend, no one is hitting on me, I’m no where close to losing my virginity soon! Leave me alone Eli, and check your texts, geez.”

Klitz put his hands up in defense and defeat.

Eli’s eyebrow quirked up.

“You still haven’t answered if you saw anyone you recognized.” He prodded.

The room fell silent then erupted with wise words from Eli.

“So you did see some puss!” He whisper shouted while scrunching Klitz’s shirt, shaking him about on the couch.

“Ok! Ok! I will make a deal with you. If you leave right now and don’t blow up my phone, I will tell you at school. Deal?”

Klitz bargained with the horndog, which was immediately accepted with full enthusiasm as a hand came down to Klitz’s, shaking it jarringly.

“Deal!” He exclaimed with immense force. He quickly hurried Matt and himself out of the house, feeling as if they got out fast, the truth would get to him faster.

Klitz flopped sideways on the couch with a sigh. He opened his phone and into his twitter.

He had a lot of “studying” to catch up on.

Authors note: This was supposed to be posted around christmas, sorry it's so late! This is just one chapter! Im not sure how long the series will go on. I hope you enjoy! :)

[sugarpopss]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your name is Klitz? Really?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[peterparkersnose]

Tumblr Wrapped @peterparkersnose

This account was launched January 8th, 2022 (Exactly one year ago) and I just wanted to share some stats because I love statistics and to see progress and growth.

I have 1,803 followers

I have 85 published works

I have 8 different fan groups I wrote for

I have 18 characters I wrote for

Marvel Word Count was 36,982 words

DC Word Count was 8,400 words

Star Wars Word Count was 26,324 words

Stranger Things Word Count was 11,957 words

Top Gun Maverick Word Count was 5,148 words

Klitz (The Girl Next Door) Word Count was 6,500 words

Javier Peña (Narcos) Word Count was 4,500 words

Joel Miller (The Last of Us) Word Count was 1,300 words

101,111 words in total.

Average of 1.1k words per posting.

There are about 70,000 to 120,000 words roughly in any usual book. Landing right in the middle of that statistic warms my heart.

A special thank you to my consistent tag list (love you guys) for their continued support of me over the last year.

{ @dani5216 @uwiuwi @alohastyles-x @samanthacookieone @maddieinnit0 @alexxavicry @scoliobean }

I know I’m not the best writer out there, I’ve read MANY fics this year that beat out mine by a long shot (check some of them out here). Thank you to all my readers, I’m glad you enjoyed my work. To another successful year, hopes for 2023!

I have a ton of Joel Miller fics queued for The Last of Us Show (Airing 1/15 on HBO Max).

My Favorites of the Year

Movie: The Batman (2022)

Album: Harry’s House (Harry Styles)

Dilf: Pedro Pascal

Character to write for: Din Djarin

Fan base (everyone is so lovely, it was so hard to choose): Druig/Eternals/Barry Keoghan

Fan Base to write for: Star Wars

Series I wrote: Pink Bra Strap- Klitz (Paul Dano)

Video Game: The Last of Us 1 (again)

Least Favorite Character I wrote for: Eddie Munson (sorry tik tok ruined it)

Show: Game of Thrones

Favorite Genre: Angst

Least Favorite Genre: Smut (I can enjoy on occasion but I like a good argument vs good sex)

Top Three Stories I Wrote

Secret (Din Djarin)

Body Lightweight (Kylo Ren)

Unreleased Obi Wan fic (sorry not sorry)

Dilf of the Month 2022:

December 2021- Adam Driver

January 2022- Andrew Garfield

February 2022- Barry Keoghan

March 2022- Pedro Pascal

April 2022- Paul Dano

May 2022- Oscar Isaac

June 2022- Eddie Munson/ Joe Quinn

July 2022- Matthew Gray Gubler

August 2022- David Harbor

September 2022- Rooster Top Gun/Miles Teller

October 2022- Evan Peters

Nov 2022- Hayden Christansen

Dec 2022- Ewan McGregor/Obi Wan Kenobi

Jan 2023- Bob Odenkirk/ Saul Goodman

Top Five Era’s of this year

Pedro Pascal Era (March-Now)

Bagel Era 🥯 (March-May)

Miles Teller Era (June-October)

Party Monster The Weeknd Era (October-Now)

Fletcher Meme Era (August-October)

(This is not a brag post in any way shape or form. I am extremely proud of myself. I worked hard for what I have. I have attention issues and I expected to drop this account when I got bored so I’m thrilled I committed to it. I am very appreciative of every single one of you.)

Thank you all.

Love,

@peterparkersnose

[hxney-lemcn]

❥Paul Dano Characters

The Riddler/Edward Nashton (Batman)

Power — Edward Nashton x gn! reader

Soul Mates — Edward Nashton x gn! reader

Stalker — Edward Nashton x gn! detective! reader

I Wish — Edward Nashton x gn! reader | Part Two

Eli Sunday (There Will Be Blood)

Sinner — Eli Sunday x fem! reader

Timothy Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Awkward Confessions — Timothy Klitz x fem! reader

I Think We’re Alone Now — Timothy Klitz x gn! reader

[get-your-fics]

first of all, i love that opening line. it totally set the mood of the story.

this was how i imagined reader strutting around in that bikini trying to get klitz’s attention

ugh the scenes where he was masturbating were so hot, i probably found them a little more enjoyable than i should haha.

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.

awww, this was so sweet! don’t get me wrong, i’m a sucker for paul characters who have incel tendencies, but it made me all warm and fuzzy inside to read klitz be happy that he could be close and intimate with reader in a way the other guys couldn’t.

this fic was a masterclass in how to write good dialogue and memorable lines. i especially thought the way you wrote eli was really good. there were so many, but i’m just gonna highlight a few of my favorites:

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

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

“Hm, I think I’ll just keep doing nothing and die alone, but thanks,” Klitz decided.

He was such a non-threat that your parents basically forgot he was male.  How comforting.

this part especially made me snort out loud:

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

i liked how obvious reader was being about her feelings for klitz, but he was so oblivious he didn’t have a clue what she was doing. and then he thought she was teasing him and he got so fed up with it :( made me feel for him

and then their confessions to each other were so sweet!!! i liked how eager and desperate klitz was when they started making out, too 👀

“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.

i’ve never related to a reader insert more than in that moment lmao

“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…”

i like this whole interaction, too. like i think making him come that fast would be hot too, especially seeing him all flustered afterwards–

and then how possessive he was with reader at school after they started dating, how he wanted to show her off and let everyone know she was his. i loved it so much.

this was so, so, soooo good, jd! thank you for once again blessing us all with a fic about a paul character that was over 10k words long!!! i don’t know how you do it. you continue to astound me with your amazing writing!

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗮 || klitz x reader

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

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 || 13.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wha— me?" he returned.

"Yeah, him?" Eli agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" you smiled proudly.

"Yes," Eli insisted.

"No," Klitz denied.

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

"What?" Klitz asked.

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

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

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

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

"What other point could there possibly be?!"

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm good," Klitz dismissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, send it," Klitz sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had fun today :)

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

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

you saw them already?? jealous!

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

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

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

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

yet ;)

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“H-hey,” he greeted thinly.

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

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

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

Yes.  “No.”

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

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

“Yeah, totally,” you hummed happily. 

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” Klitz admitted.

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

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

"Then?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That, he did know.

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

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

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

"That's weird," Klitz frowned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is gonna be a long night…

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ew, what? his own internal voice replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah!” he yelped.  “Obviously!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course it is,” you insisted. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How does that feel?” you asked gently.

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

“Better than what?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” you sighed.

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

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

He blinked quickly.  “You do?!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I…?” he asked, trailing off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” you nodded, “are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up,” he groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It was amazing," Klitz replied.

~

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

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

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

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

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

As if anything could ever make him forget this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nobody!"

"Did you take them?"

"No!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Something happened," Klitz offered.

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

Klitz waited, and Eli's eyes widened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tell me everything," Eli demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

Eli grimaced slightly.  "That sounds kinda gross."

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

"And you do now?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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?

[sagexsenorita]

soooo maybe the reader walks in on klitz jacking off? he’s really embarrassed and tries to hide it but the reader helps him out?

Punctual

Klitz x gn!Reader // Klitz x Reader

This is a smut one shot based off the character Klitz from the movie Girl Next Door

Warnings: SMUT, masturbation, blowjob, walking in on someone, fluff

Word Count: 1k

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Klitz was more of the observant type, he spent years and years watching his friends do stupid shit around girls. Of course since he’s met you he’s had his fair share of embarrassing moments but nothing too horrific. As long as he took care of himself before you came over his mind wouldn’t come up with the most ignorant things to say. He could actually keep his cool.

You said that you would be arriving around 7:30, just in time for the Disney movie marathon that he was actually really excited for. It was 7pm and Klitz was cutting it close but you were usually quite punctual, fuck it.

Klitz sat against his headboard, reached into his boxers and pulled out his semi-hard cock. He slowly started to stroke it, his eyes closed and he imagined your soft, pretty hands wrapped around his member and your lips kissing his neck. He found a steady pace and soon enough his moans were filling the room, thoughts of you made him leak precum all over his own hand. The sight of his was even more obscene than the noises. His glasses fell past his eyes as his mouth hung open. He thought about the first time you ever kissed him, your soft lips drove him crazy. His dick twitched in his hand, more cum fell past his strong grip. All klitz wanted was to experience this feeling with you, and make you feel so good. Every time he did this and thought of you he could barely handle it. His toes curled and his legs shook, he was so out of it he didn’t notice his door creak open. You could hear him all the way down the hall and you knew exactly what was happening. As his hand moved up and down on his shaft your panties grew wetter by the second, your mouth watered at the sight of him, moaning your name and abusing his poor cock.

Klitz I can’t believe you’re having all this fun without me

A small smirk graced your lips as Klitz absolutely lost it, he screamed as his hand flew off his dick and onto his covers that he quickly pulled over his lower half.

Wh-What?!

What?

What are you doing here (Y/N)!

You’re not excited to see me?

I didn’t think you’d be here so early!

You could still see his hardness through the thick blanket, it made your heart race even more, his face was flushed red and he looked absolutely terrified.

(Y/N) I’m so sorry I’ll clean up and we can watch dis-

Baby you have no reason to be sorry

You slowly sauntered over to his bed, unable to take your eyes off his long thick cock

I-I don’t?

No, I actually really enjoyed the show

You smirked at him as you climbed onto the bed, on all fours you crawled over Klitz and straddled his outstretched legs.

I’ve been thinking about our date all day, thinking about what we could do tonight. But I can see now you’re way ahead of me

Your hand reached out slowly pulled the covers away from him, his cock was flushed and thick, ready to cum at any second. Klitz’s breathing became heavier by the second, your fingers caressed his shaft and slowly gripped the base. Your thumb rubbed the underside of his cock, a broken moan leaves his mouth and his eyes close shut. Klitz is in his own personal heaven, nothing could top this.

Can I put my mouth on you?

His eyes flew open to see your mouth inches from the head of his cock, one hand still rubbing him agonizingly slowly.

Yes! Yes absolutely, fuck

It took a lot to hold back your smile at his reaction, he needed you more than you realized.

In one movement you licked his shaft bottom to top and took his cockhead into your mouth, sucking gently and making his legs shake.

O-oh fuck (Y/N), that feels so fucking good, keep going please don’t stop

He’d never been like this with you before. He always tried to keep his composure around you but right now he couldn’t care less. Your lips around his cock was driving him insane, he could barely take it when you started to take all of him into your mouth.

You found it hard to get his entire length past your lips, it was unfair how big he was, but it didn’t seem to be a problem for him. Klitz‘s cock was throbbing inside your mouth, as you bobbed your head up down his moans got louder. He placed his hand lightly on the back of your head but within a second he was tightly gripping your hair.

I-I’m not gonna last, I’m gonna cum you have to stop!

His glasses were fogged up and nearly falling off his face, his eyes met yours, within a second you took all of his hardness into your mouth and sucked as hard you could, soon enough he was spurting cum all over your mouth as his hips thrusted his cock deep into your throat. You swallowed every drop and closed your eyes as you listened to his chorus of moans filling the empty house. You continued to suck gently on his cock until he pulled you off by your hair, doing his best not to hurt you but at the same time he was barely conscious. You sat up, still straddling his outstretched legs, Klitz looked like a complete mess. His cock sat on his stomach still dripping cum, his eyes lifted up to you, a huge smile spread across his face.

That was really good.

You giggled to yourself and crawled over to his side. He quickly tucked his cock back into his pants and turned to look at you. Completely in awe of all of you. Your smile, your lips, your eyes, your hair, he could stare at you for hours. He was so enamored by you. He gave you a sweet, slow kiss on the lips and reached for the remote to turn on his tv. You cuddled more into his side and started Wall-E at exactly 7:10 pm. Thank god you weren’t on time.

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[short-skirt-longjackett]

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Stay Quiet, They Might Hear Us

-Klitz x gn! reader

-warnings: afab!reader, risk of being caught, oral (both receiving), protective sex (wrap it up y'all), Klitz gets freaky (LMAO I COULDN'T HELP IT)

Matthew, Eli, Klitz, and Y/n always had slumber parties together, even after Klitz and you started dating. It never changed the dynamic of your guy's friendship.

Playing video games, board games, watching tv, playing stupid kids games, and making each do or eat gross stuff never got old as you guys grew up. But now, Klitz wants to play games with you after dark, away from the other two.

Friday finally came along after a boring school week, you and Eli had 8th period study hall together. You were helping him with his english paper, but now that can wait for Monday. It's time for the gang's weekly sleepover.

Cracking jokes, you and Eli made it to Matt's locker aka the meeting place after every school day. Matt opened his locker, putting away books as he chatted with Klitz.

"Hey, you two. Klitz, we still sleeping at your place, right?" Eli asked, fixing his cap. "Yeah, parents are out for the weekend for we have no rules. Expect one rule, no touching the alcohol." he reminded everyone. His parents were kinda still pissed the last time you all took shots with their vodka.

"Don't worry, we know. Everyone have their stuff?" Matt asked, pulling out a draw string bag with extra clothes for the weekend. You and Eli showed your bags to the other two, Klitz took your hand, and you all headed your way to Klitz's home.

Once you all arrived you threw your school bags by the front door. The four of you caught up with each other and about your school day. "Alright guys, first order of business before this sleepover can commence... Y/n make us your bomb ass grilled cheese sandwiches. I can't function after school without one." Eli demanded, you just chuckled.

They loved your cooking, and you didn't mind cooking for them. As you prepared to make you guys' snacks, Klitz came up behind you and kiss your cheek, moving down to your neck, "I love you baby..." he whispered before leaving to go turn on the tv for the guys.

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After playing videos games, truth or dare, watching bad movies, even playing tag, and pillow fighting it was around 12:45 am. Eli had a sugar rush than crashed in his designated area on Klitz floor. You, Klitz, and Matt stayed in the kitchen talking for a while.

"Ok I'm tired you guys. I'm gonna go upstairs and lay down. Goodnight you two, don't do anything bad." Matthew joked, heading up. The two of you bid him goodnight as you moved to fridge, going to grab water.

Klitz came up behind you, hands landing on your hips, "You're so beautiful y/n... You know that? These shorts look so fucking hot on you,,," he said quietly, hands rubbing circles into your hips.

Blushing and smiling, you turned to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. The two of you stayed like this, he soon added his tongue and you followed. He picked up by the thighs and set you on the cold marble counter top.

Once setting you down, his left hand on your breast, the right hand going back to your hips. You felt hot as he squeezed your chest, "K-Klitz...more please.." you asked.

All he did was nod, taking off your shorts and underwear. He threw them on the floor, "I've been waiting for this.."

He brought your bottom half to the edge of the counter, spreading your legs for you. He got on both knees, staring at your wetness then licking a stripe up your slit.

You placed your hand over your mouth, not wanting to wake Matthew or Eli up. Klitz started to use his tongue to flick at your swollen clit, switching between lightly sucking and flicking the bud around.

Eyesbrows furrowed, your breathing shaky, both hands over your mouth to cover your moans. It felt too good, it's been a while since you and Klitz have had sex, so you were a bit sensitive.

"Klitz...please let me suck you off..Please." you begged, trying your hardest not to moan loudly.

He shook his head no, using his tongue then to spell his name over your clit. You could help it but cum after that, though both hands were over your mouth, your moans were still loud and audible.

Klitz shot up and covered your mouth, “Shh… you don’t want them to hear us, do you? “ God he sounded so hot. You shook your head no, “Good slut…now get on your knees and suck me off.” he roughly said, taking his hand off and guiding you to your knees.

Undoing the draw strings of his sweatpants, you pulled them down, first touching his hard erection through the fabric of his boxers. He was huge, it made more aroused just feeling it against your palm. Once you pulled him out, you smiled then kissing the tip, then licking.

He loved watching you work his dick, he rested a hand on your head as you took him in your mouth. Sucking in a breath, he watched bob your head up and down. This is best thing ever for Klitz, watching the one he loved giving him a blow job.

After a while of sucking and taking him down your throat he pulled you off, “Bend over the counter and wait for me to fuck you..” You nodded, getting off your knees and bending over, exposing your ass to him. He gave it a quick smack before he pulled out a condom. Klitz opened the small, golden, package and rolled the condom onto himself.

He stood behind you, one hand in your hip and the other on his dick, rubbing himself against your slit and clit. Before you could complain, he pushed himself on, letting out a deep groan. Your hands went back to cover your mouth.

His thrusts were hard and deeper, making sure you feel his whole length. He reached a hand over and covered your mouth as well, “That’s it baby…Take all of me..” he started to move faster.

You swore this man was going to be the death of you, how were you suppose to hold back your moans. All that could be heard we slaps echoing in the kitchen.

Suddenly the both of you heard footsteps upstairs. Klitz halted his movements before leaning in to whisper, “Don’t make a noise..Just enjoy this..” starting to slowly thrust again.

The eyes rolled into the back of your head, trying your hardest not to moan. The footsteps stopped when a door shut, giving the chance for Klitz to move faster again, skin slapping against each other again.

Everything felt so hot, you were so close already. Usually you let Klitz know when you were cuming but his hand was over mouth tightly. You tapped his hand three times then he removed his hand, “I-Im close…Fuck I’m so close baby..” you moaned quietly, trying to hold onto the counter be failing.

“It’s okay honey, you can come whenever you want.” he smiled, going as fast as he can. You placed his hand on your mouth as you came. Everything felt too good, but he kept going to near himself to cum.

Klitz started to pant, he then pulled out and took off the condom. He jerked himself off, moaning as he came on your ass and lower back. The two of you stayed there for a minute, trying to catch your breath. 

Klitz then got a napkin and cleaned up. He helped you put on your underwear and shorts, lifting you up into his arms. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he started to carry you upstairs to his room.

He carefully opened the door, moving over sleeping Matt and Eli. He tucked you into bed, then joining you. You smiled at him, “I love you..” He then embraced you, “I love you more y/n..” he kissed your forehead, closing his eyes after.

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(Epilogue)

Eli woke up first around 7:09am, he thought ‘fuck it’ and went to grab a bowl of cereal. He hummed a tune as he walked down the stair to the kitchen. He stopped everything when he saw a condom wrapper and a used condom on the floor. He didn’t know to be disgusted...or jealous. He simply cleaned everything up with paper towels, trying not to gag. He then rushed back to the room, going back to his sleeping spot.

‘Did my two friends bang when me and Matt slept?...Sick’

[sylvialovejoy]

Pinch Me | Pt.2

Klitz x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, (Y/n) being the embodiment of Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss.

A/n: I’m 100% gonna make this a little series thing so feel free to leave any ideas or things you wanna see for future parts!

As the day went on, it seemed Eli, Matt, and Klitz weren’t the only ones who’d noticed (Y/n)’s... change. She’d received much more attention than usual, not that she was complaining. The day had been full of wide-eyed stares from the nerds, cat-calling and whistles from the jocks, and a combination of jealous glares, genuine compliments, and even some subtle flirting from the girls.

The bell had just gone for break and everyone spilled out of their classrooms and into the crowded hallways. Matt, Eli, and Klitz met up with (Y/n) by her locker and made their way to the atrium to find their usual seats.

“I say we go for the middle table.” Eli suggested, he was listing all of (Y/n)’s new found privileges and, by association, their’s too.

She gently shoved him playfully, “I think you’re overreacting guys, it’s not that deep.” Pulling out the book sticking out of her bag, she began to read it, checking her notes while Matt and Eli bickered about God knows what. Klitz was too busy staring at (Y/n) to involve himself- smart and pretty? They were blessed.

(Y/n) was flicking through her text for history later on when she bumped into someone, “Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She let out a small laugh and bent down to pick up the person’s stuff that had toppled out of his arms. As she did so, Klitz got a conveniently perfect view of her ass, her miniskirt riding up slightly. His cheeks blushed red almost immediately. He wanted to avert his gaze, he really did, but it was impossible. Noticing, Eli nudged Klitz and pointed at her silently before mimicking ‘taking her from behind’, prompting Klitz to slap the upside of his head.

“Ow! What the fuck, dude?”

When they’d turned their attention back to (Y/n) and the guy she bumped into, they watched as he shot up with a violent blush on his face after she accidentally brushed her hand against his before scurrying off with a whimper. (Y/n) cocked her head to the side and then shrugged it off, slinging her bag back over her shoulder.

“Poor guy,” Sighed Eli in faux pity, “probably the first time he ever felt the touch of a woman.”

Matt scoffed, “What, and you have?”

(Y/n) giggled and Klitz smirked, making Eli roll his eyes and readjust his hat, “Low blow man. Low blow.” They carried on walking before he turned around, “Also, hello? Klitz is like the biggest virgin going, why’s it always me that gets picked on, huh?”

Klitz made an offended face, wondering why he was now dragged into it, “Dude?”

(Y/n) slightly slapped Eli’s arm, “Leave him alone.”

His mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and he scoffed, “Oh, OH, so when I’m being bullied it’s okay but when it’s your beloved Klitzy then you just have to step in?”

(Y/n) linked her arm with Klitz’s again and he felt himself warm up immediately as a blush returned to his face- not going unnoticed by Matt who smirked to himself, “Yeah. Exactly.”

Now he was even redder and wasn’t even able to respond, only subconsciously leaning in closer to (Y/n), the two of them now side by side, arms interlocked, with practically zero space between them. Even he could admit that it did look odd; it wasn’t too often you saw a hot girl attached to the hip with a geeky guy like him, but something about it also felt perfect, like two puzzle pieces. Opposites attract, right?

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They had, in fact, managed to sit at the middle table, much to Eli’s delight, with Matt and Eli on one side and Klitz and (Y/n) on the other. They were now listening to Matt ramble on about some show he’d watched when (Y/n) gasped, causing them to all face her.

“Oh my, God! I almost forgot.” She said before taking a sip of her drink. They watched in anticipation, waiting for her to explain, yet she took another sip. Eli furrowed his brows and jutted his head forwards as if to say ‘hello? hurry up and spit it out, woman’.

“Okay, so,” she finally began, “are you guys all free this Saturday?”

Klitz and Eli nodded while Matt grimaced slightly and shook his head, “I was supposed to see-”

She cut him off with one word, “Cancel.”

He raised his hands in defeat and sat back.

“I am going to have the most amazing, show-stopping, jaw-dropping, sexy party ever and you three better come.” It was clear she was excited by the little pitter-patter of her shoes against the linoleum flooring.

“Sexy you say?”

“Eli, shut up.”

(Y/n) held up a hand in front of Klitz to stop him berating Eli any further, “No, no, dear Klitzy he is right. It will indeed be sexy.” They all looked at her intrigued, “Well for Eli it will be anyways.” She grinned and he darted his head towards her.

“What? What does that mean? What have you done?” The words spilled out his mouth as she laughed at his panic.

She leant in a little, and for some reason they followed suit- the four of them leaning into each other as if they were discussing a ultra-super secret, “I was speaking to Kacey Johnson last period and she may or may not have expressed an interest in you.”

His eyes widened, “Pinkie promise.”

“Pinkie promise.” She held out her pinkie and he interlocked it before she pulled him in closer- narrowing her eyes.

“But I swear to God if you mess this up Eli, I will kill you. This party is for you, buddy.”

He gulped but nodded, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good.” She pulled away and they all returned to their original seating positions.

Matt and Klitz rolled their eyes as Eli now had a shit-eating grin on his face as he bit the inside of his cheek smugly.

“You two are coming, right?” She looked at Matt, who thought about it for a second then nodded. Next, she turned to Klitz and gazed up at him- as he was just under a foot taller than her- with a pleading look. Despite parties really not being his thing, he had always had trouble saying no to her, her ‘puppy dog eyes’ were his biggest weakness.

“Fine.”

She squealed quietly and wrapped her arms around him, which he shyly returned. He could smell her strawberry shampoo and matching perfume and he swore he was in heaven. When she pulled away, he almost let out an audible whine at the loss of contact but managed to hold it back for if he had, he would never have shown his face in public again.

Now more than pleased, (Y/n) grinned, “This is gonna be the best party ever.”

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@korrvus @milfodyssey @nikonluvsdano

[just-call-me-angel]

Klitz With A K

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

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Fuckboy! Klitz

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

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

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

Ao3

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

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

Klitz. Klitz with a K.

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

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

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

Too late.

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

He winks and fuck you’re a goner.

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

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

Christ this is crazy.

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

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

Yea this is definitely some kind of sick joke.

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

Oh.

He doesn’t recognize you.

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

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

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

Smooth. Real fucking smooth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh..why?” 

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

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

Oh god.

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

“(Y/N)?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod again but don’t move.

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

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

Wow.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck–Im so sorry–”

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

“I–I wasn’t—I mean– I didn’t—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God you really had the worst luck.

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

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

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

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

This time it was Jayce who interrupted.

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

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

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

Jayce snorted, “Your name is Klitz?” 

God here it comes–

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

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

“Pleasure to meet you Klitz with a K.” 

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

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

“Shut up Jayce” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>HEY!den: boytoy???

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

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

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

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

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

>>HEY!den: WAIT!!!

>>Y/N: oh jesus

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

>>JayJay: HAYDEN OMG

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

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

>>HEY!den: luv u 2 babes lol

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

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

>>HEY!den: oh yeah Klitzy ;)

>>Y/N: signing off assholes <3

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

No, you think.

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

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

“You mind if I smoke?”

You shrug, “Go for it.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He snorts, “Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh..why?” 

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.

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Little Green Monster

Okay, fuck. I watched The Girl Next Door on Sunday and it was great, Klitz was the sweetest. Tagging @trelaney again for providing me with some excellent recommendations.

Klitz x femme! Reader

Warnings: Language, some sexual references, jealousy, Klitz is clueless

1.8k

Klitz hates that he’s being like this.

He’s always the level-headed one. He needs to be the level-headed one given, well, everything about Eli, and Matthew’s flair for dramatics. So he pretended to be happy for you when you announced that Casey had asked you to prom, even though it felt like his heart had fallen out of his ass. 

He swallowed his pride, let you stand chest to chest with him in different pairs of heels to “compare heights” without his eyes lingering too long on your lips, drove you to the florist to purchase a boutineer and then the seamstress—zipped you into the satin green fabric even though he wanted more than anything to do the opposite.

He’d done so well at pretending . . . but this feels like the last straw.

Casey slides in front of him, leaning against the locker next to yours, apparently unaware that Klitz had been in the middle of a conversation with you. He chews on the words he had planned on saying, letting them turn bitter in his mouth while you smile brightly up at Casey.

He leaves, finally, with a simple “pick you up at seven,” and a wink. Klitz can’t help himself.

“You know he only asked you to prom because he wants to fuck you, right?”

Matthew shoots him a look, and Eli’s eyes go wide. “Dude.”

Your silence is deafening, expression inscrutable as you dab at the lip gloss you’d just applied, checking the effect in your little magnetic mirror on your locker door. The tip of your finger is shiny when you pull it away, and he thinks about taking your wrist in his hands, cleaning it away on his tongue.

You slam your locker shut without warning, and Klitz is knocked from his little daydream, forced to jump back so the door doesn’t take off his nose. You’re still calm as ever, folding your arms over your chest, popping your hip.

“So?”

Oh. Klitz feels like he’s been punched in the gut. It’s that same blinding sensation as all those times he’d been tripped in the hallway or pushed into the lockers by assholes with smiles just like Casey’s. He feels the sting of embarrassment in the back of his throat, a thousand times more painful than any bruise.

Eli takes Matt by the arm, shoving him down the hallway. He spares one glance back at Klitz, and the look on his face says he’s not willing to witness the burial of his friend’s hopes and dreams. “We gotta get to class.”

The bell isn’t going to ring for another few minutes, but they’re already sprinting through the halls. Klitz is starting to wish he could go with them. He’s shit out of luck; you have ceramics together next.

You start walking towards the art hall in the opposite direction of Matt and Eli, and he has to jog to catch up, matching your strides easily with his long legs, ignoring the dirty looks shot in his direction. People still stare when they see you with him, or Matt and Eli. They wonder why you’re wasting your time.

And he wonders that, too. People like you. They say hi to you in the hallways, invite you to parties that you choose not to attend, talk to you in class about more than just the answers to the homework from the night before. It’s not just because you’re pretty either . . . although that must have an impact. He knows what guys say about you in the locker room when they don’t care who’s listening; it kind of makes him sick.

“I just mean—“ God, he doesn’t want to say this. He doesn’t want to know. “Do you like him?”

You shoot him a look out of the corner of your eye, like, don’t be so childish. “What does that matter?”

It matters to him. It matters a lot.

It’s Klitz’s turn to play coy, dragging you to a stop with his heavy silence. Your shoulders drop with a sigh, eyes meeting his. “I’m going with Casey because he’s the one who asked me.”

The conversation ends there; you don’t say another word to him for the rest of class, and your words ping around his head like the graphics of a bad computer screen saver.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

“It means she wanted you to ask her, stupid.” 

Klitz shouldn’t have brought it up. Especially not with Eli—already such a fucking know-it-all, and totally drunk on power now that the shoot is finished, ordering his minions around as they erase all traces of their presence from the library. He scratches at the back of his neck beneath the collar of the itchy tuxedo shirt he’d rented, but there’s no chasing away the heat that clings to him. 

“Dude, don’t be an ass.”

It’s not like Klitz hadn’t thought it before. There were times—watching you laugh in the passenger seat of his car, or laying side by side on the floor of your bedroom while he went over the calculus study guide with you—where everything felt perfect. Where he thought, it could always be like this. In those moments, he wondered what could happen if he rested a hand on your thigh and squeezed, or bridged that trivial distance and pressed his mouth to yours. He wondered, if tried hard enough, if he could make you feel it, too.

But that was a fantasy. If you didn’t feel that way about him, there was nothing he could do. 

Eli drops the cord he’d been wrapping in neat loops around his elbows, taking Klitz by the shoulders.

“Dude, you’re one of the smartest people I know and you’re still dumb as fuck.” 

Klitz brushes him off. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.” 

“I’m telling you, man, she wants you. But if you’re not going to listen to me, there’s only one way to find out.”

“If you really like this girl, you should go tell her.” 

Klitz turns over his shoulder, cheeks going pink. It’s Ferrari, back in her dress again, with April close behind. He didn’t think they’d been listening. Or at least, he hoped they hadn’t been listening.

“Yeah, you go, honey. We can take care of things here,” April’s joined in now, leaving Klitz feeling a little trapped and more than a little turned on. 

April winks, and his stomach churns. “She’d have to be stupid to say no.” 

“Uh, yeah . . . okay.”

He almost trips over his feet getting to the door, sweaty hands shoved into his pockets as he paces down the empty hallway.

But you’re not at the dance. He can’t find you anywhere—not swaying to some slow song from ten years ago while Casey cops a feel, or sipping spiked punch at one of the back tables. He thinks, without really meaning to, about your lipstick smearing against Casey’s neck, his hands at the zipper in the middle of your back.

Klitz’s glasses go foggy. It’s like he’s drowning, pulling in huge gulps of air that go nowhere, his lungs flayed open under the knife of your rejection.

And it’s all his fault.

He forces his way out the doors, and the night air is a little cooler, taking the heat from his cheeks.

“Klitz?”

He turns to the sound of your voice.

You’re standing at the edge of the parking lot, arms wrapped tight around your torso. Illuminated by the street light, you’re practically glowing, but he doesn’t miss the way your jaw tightens, voice strained and eyes rimmed red, like you’re trying not to cry.

He sniffs. “Oh, hey.” Are you alright? he thinks. Tell me what’s wrong, please. I want to fix it.  “Where’s Casey?”

Damn it. Your eyes go glassy, and you drop his gaze.

“He left with Melanie Billings a half an hour ago. I guess her date ditched her, too.”

Oh. His hands flex at his sides, and he thinks about reaching out to you, resting a hand on your bare shoulder blade. He thinks about your warm skin against his palm, about stroking his thumb over the place where the strap of your dress rests, and then he decides against it. He’s never been very affectionate with his friends.

Then again, he doesn’t really want to be your friend.

There’s a song, just barely audible through the glass doors behind you, quiet enough that he can’t hear the words, just a soft and pleasant melody.

“Do you wanna dance?”

“What?”

He holds out his arms, a surge of bravery coursing through him, “dance with me.”

He didn’t think you’d do it. He thought you’d laugh at him, or pretend to laugh with him, depending on how much pity you were willing to offer, but instead, your arms are wrapping around his neck. His hands meet your waist, and he hopes you don’t feel his fingers shaking through the layers of fabric.

You’re looking up at him with wet eyes, lips shining after you run your tongue between them. “Thanks, Klitz.”

“Yeah,” his voice cracks, eyes falling closed; he can’t look at you if he’s going to say anything else, “no problem.”

The song changes to something more upbeat, the heavy base shaking the glass, but you don’t pull away. You must be stepping closer, because he feels your chest resting against his, letting his hands slide further around your waist.

Okay. So he’s dreaming. He’s going to wake up in a second, wake up sadder than he’s ever felt before, and then he’ll accept that this never happened and shove his glasses on his face. He’ll drive to your house with his shoulders hunched, wait outside your house until you walk out the front door, and he’ll spend the entire drive to school shooting glances in your direction and wondering when the day would come where he wouldn’t be such a fucking loser.

“Klitz?”

Your fingers are stroking through his hair—nails just barely grazing his scalp—and his lungs ache. He can’t remember how to open his eyes. 

“Yeah?” This is a dream. He’s dreaming. But if it’s a dream, why can he feel your breath on his neck?

“Kiss me?”

His eyes fall to yours, and he has to admit, his dreams have never looked this good.

“Yeah, okay.”

He drops his head, bringing his lips closer to yours, but you bridge the final distance, one hand coming to cup his cheek, and he covers it with his own, desperate to keep you there.

Your body is so warm, even through the layers of your dress, through the stupid vest he’s wearing. Your lips are soft and they move against his and he can taste you, your tongue is pressing against his teeth, and oh my god, this isn’t a dream.

A flood of noise pours from the opening doors; in the back of his mind, Klitz recognizes Eli’s voice out of the crowd. “Oh my god, dude. Finally.”

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Beneath the Surface

Klitz x Female!Reader

Summary: when swimming in freezingly cold water with your half naked crush, there's really only one proper way to warm up.

Word Count: 1.8k

just some fluff with a bit nsfw content, hope you enjoy <3

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He could think of about a million things he'd rather be doing right now - drowning himself in the bathtub for example, or even worse, watching porn with Eli again.

It took Matthew and Eli almost an hour to convince Klitz to go to this stupid party, Matthew's main argument being their lack of "proper highschool experiences". Frankly, Klitz didn't care too much about spicing up his current life.

He'd only been there for about half an hour and he had already lost the other two members of their "tripod" in the horde of horny teens. Eli was the first to disappear, making a vow to "finally getting some" tonight and storming off into the large crowd.

10 minutes later Matthew disappeared aswell, apparently very keen on joining a game of beer pong with his new neighbor.

So there he now sat in the living room, holding a red solo cup in his hand and hoping for the vodka cran to quickly numb his senses - especially his hearing one. The music was downright atrocious, giving him a terrible headache in the span of only a few minutes.

"Not enjoying ourselves, are we?"

Oh fuck. Was it really you?

His head shot up immediately, trying to figure out whether that all too familiar voice was actually addressing him right now.

Turns out you were, looking him straight into the eyes and giggling at his previously very much irritated face. All he could think about in that moment was how stunning you looked in that short black dress.

You plopped down directly next to him onto the sofa, leaning back and raising your eyebrow at him, waiting for the quite obvious answer.

He wanted to pat himself on the shoulder for emptying out 2 solo cups already, feeling his usual shyness around you drop down to a much more manageable level.

"Uh no...this party really sucks actually." He admitted the obvious, giving you a tight lipped grin in the process.

Klitz had been crushing on you for almost 2 years now, falling quite quickly after being assigned as your partner for a science project in 10th grade and realizing you were not only gorgeous but also insanely clever.

Y/N had always been nice to him, never showing any romantic interest of course - not that he would have noticed at least - but making him feel all fuzzy when merely greeting him every morning. At the end of the day you were simply just acquaintances.

As your surroundings got louder you leaned closer to his face, your dress riding up your thighs a bit.

"Agreed. Whoever put this playlist together deserves jail time.", you mumbled into his ear.

He noticed a slightly noticable slurring in your voice, coming to the conclusion that you probably had some of these drinks before walking over here aswell.

Klitz laughed quietly and held his cup into the air, offering a silent cheers of "absolutely not wanting to be here" to you, which you gladly clinked your own cup to.

Your gaze abruptly diverted towards the window, a sudden idea popping into your head.

"Are you wearing boxers?"

Klitz choked on his drink, giving you a wide-eyed look. What did she just say?

His startled face and a barely audible 'Excuse me?' made you giggle out loudly, in awe of how flustered he got.

"Don't worry, Klitzy.", you chuckled softly, "Was jus' wondering if you'd wanna go for a swim? I'm really hot right now."

Yes you fucking are oh my god.

"Uhh you sure? It's a bit chilly outside..."

He knew he shouldn't be finding excuses right now, just going along with it and go for a damn swim with you.

"Scared of the cold, Klitzy?", you raised your eyebrows at him teasingly.

No actually, just scared of getting a hard-on in the middle of this damn party, swimming with you in your underwear and all. Also having to undress himself? Oh god.

He chugged the rest of his drink, finally feeling the liquid courage kick in properly.

"Fuck it. Let's go.", Klitz said abruptly, throwing his empty cup onto the messy table, flexing his fingers and reaching for your hand.

You had never seen this side of him, quite intrigued with the newfound bravery. You gladly took his hand, letting him softly guide you through the crowd.

Klitz felt like his brain was kind of mushy, not really processing all his actions properly but also not caring in the moment. He was holding your hand.

You were quite surprised to find the usually packed pool almost empty, understanding however after bending down and dipping your fingers in. He wasn't wrong, the water was surprisingly cold.

"You were right. It really is cold.", you admitted a bit embarrassed.

Now he was the one to chuckle, feeling the alcohol warm up his body quickly.

"What? Scared of the cold, Y/N?"

Was he really teasing you right now?

You let out a huff sound, eyeing him up challengingly, don't think I'll do it?

"Zipper please.", you turned your back to him, knowingly teasing him in return.

He looked at you in disbelief. Come on Klitz, she just wants you to open the zipper on her dress. No biggy. "Uh...sure."

He didn't think any amount of alcohol could make him feel calm right now. He tried his best however, grabbing the zip fastener and pulling it down quickly. He looked to the side of course, not wanting to stare at your black bra straps or, god forbid, the curve of your now almost bare hips.

You heard him take a deep breath, chuckling at the confused glances of some people near you. You didn't look back at him, simply just stepped out of your dress, made a 90 degree turn and took a dive into the water.

Damn. He didn't expect you to go that fast.

He quickly stripped off his black shirt and opened up his belt, watching you come up and breathe heavily, yelping a fast "Oh FUCK that's cold."

Klitz hurried out of his pants, quietly thanking his past self for choosing decent looking plaid boxers earlier.

You watched him carefully lowering his bent arms and going into the water, making sure not to get his glasses too wet. He winced at the cool temperature but smiled at the sight of you swimming towards him, straight away making him feel all fuzzy and warm again.

To his dismay, the cold water had sobered him up a bit, forcing him to go back to his usual shyness. This was such a bad idea.

You didn't want him to back away however, your teeth clattering and heart beating fast at the adorable sight in front of you. He looked like a panicked cat who just fell into the bathtub, body twitching around to compensate the cold.

You decided to be bold, grabbing his shoulder and pressing your torsos closer, basically hugging him underwater. You sighed out in content, enjoying how warm and cozy he made you feel.

"First cardinal rule of survival, right?"

Both your hearts felt like they were about to bust out of your chests. He felt like he was about to faint. All his senses were filled up with you; your perfume smelled like vanilla and musk, your bra-covered breast lightly pressed against him, your quiet steady breathing ringed in his ears, toning out the blasting music in the background completely. He was unable to speak or move, just wanting to feel you even closer but not having the courage to pull you in.

Realizing how intimate this was you pulled away quickly, interpreting his lack of movement as discomfort.

"Oh god I'm really sorry Klitz, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.", you apologized worryingly, fearing you might have just ruined the moment with your hastiness.

He furrowed his eyebrows together, looking a bit upset even. Not upset because of what you did of course, but because you stopped touching him. He really did yearn for you now, all wariness disappearing at once and him carefully cupping your reddened face with his large hands.

"Don't apologize.", he mumbled softly.

You reached your hand up to brush his brown hair aside and decided to carefully take off his now wet glasses and set them aside onto the pool deck. You just stared at him lovingly now, mirroring him by cupping his cheeks and caressing them softly.

"I really don't think you have any idea how beautiful you are, Klitz."

He felt like he was in a dream, feeling the need to pinch himself but also not wanting to let go of your rosy cheeks.

He couldn't help but blurt out a quiet "Is this real?", clearly just accidentally making his own thoughts audible.

You just gave him a soft chuckle as a response, finally leaning in and closing the gap between you. Klitz felt like he was about to explode, feeling your soft lips on his and having absolutely no clue what to do now. If his thoughts weren't so occupied with you he'd probably be thinking about how pathetic he was, 18 years old now and never having kissed a single girl.

You felt him panicking a little and decided to guide him a bit, placing his hands on your waist and deepening the kiss slowly.

"It's fine baby, just follow my rhythm okay?", you whispered soothingly into his ear, while he felt like his skin was on fire. Neither of you could feel the cold anymore.

You decided to fully enter his mouth with your tongue, feeling his hesitation but quickly finding a rhythm you both could ease into. The kiss quickly got heated, making you subconsciously wrap your thighs around his abdomen and hands grab onto his shoulders.

Having you wrapped around him made it very hard to concentrate on not slipping on the smooth pool tiles. You didn't notice his feet slipping forward, way too distracted with your hands tangled in his soft hair and occasionally even having his hardened crotch brush against you.

So he slipped, pulling you both underwater into the bright blue. His grip on your waist tightened quickly, wanting to pull you above the surface.

You didn't have it however, proceeding to pull him further down, enjoying the peace and quiet underwater, free from the blaring music and lingering stares you two were met with above.

Even through his blurry vision he could see you smiling before you leaned in to kiss him again. Neither of you cared about the air running out, the need for air replaced by the pure need for each other.

[danowh0re]

༄❀ - 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐋 ��𝐀𝐍𝐎

Literally taking requests anytime! I only write gn and male reader. Fluff, angst and smut is all welcomed! ☟︎︎

Haven't wrote for jimmy tree, David Sweat, but i am taking requests for them too!!

One shots!!

❤︎ - (Calvin weir-fields) trans!reader (ftm) grinding on knee while calvin is writing (nsfw)

❤︎ - (Calvin weir-fields) male!cis!reader annoying Calvin while writing and he ends up doing something about it (nsfw)

Series!!!

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) being close with waiter!reader

Headcanons/concepts!!!

❤︎ - (Alex jones) character hcs

❤︎ - (alex Jones) in a relationship

❤︎ - (Alex Jones) crushing on reader

❤︎ - (Alex jones) crafting

❤︎ - ( Brian f.f.n) relationship

❤︎ - (Brian f.f.n) cuddling

❤︎ - (Brian f.f.n) road trip

❤︎ - (luis ives) bf treating his princess

❤︎ - (percy dolarhyde) wooing y/n

❤︎ - (percy dolarhyde) relationship

❤︎ - (Calvin weir-fields) relationship

❤︎ - (Calvin weir-fields) partner with daddy kink (nsfw)

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) relationship

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) first kiss

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) meeting his family

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) dwayne crushing

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) social s/o | part 2

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) cuddling

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) finding out he's colourblind

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) y/ns birthday

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) y/n having a nightmare

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) y/n having a panic attack

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) y/n being short

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) teaching German

❤︎ - (hank Thompson) male reader relationship

❤︎ - (hank Thompson) icons/gifs

❤︎ - (jay - okja) relationship

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) having a dog

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) s/o with glasses

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) comforting y/n

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) eddie x Bruce x reader having a panic attack

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) y/n talking about interest

❤︎ - (eli sunday) relationship

❤︎ - (eli sunday) crushing

❤︎ - (eli sunday) crushing on male reader

❤︎ - (joby taylor) relationship headcanons

❤︎ - (joby taylor) first kiss

❤︎ - (joby taylor) comforting y/n

❤︎ - (klitz) crushing on goth reader

❤︎ - (klitz) dating him

❤︎ - (klitz) dating opposite

❤︎ - (klitz) comforting soulmate

Moodboards/gifs/icons!!!

❤︎ - (Brian f.f.n) gifs

❤︎ - (nick flynn) icons/gifs

❤︎ - (klitz) gifs

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) smiling icons

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) icons

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) icons/gifs

❤︎ - (joby taylor) layout

❤︎ - (jay - okja) gifs | part 2 | part 3

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) icons | part 2

❤︎ - (paul dano) gifs

❤︎ - (percy dolarhyde) gifs

❤︎ - (eli sunday) icons

Prompts!!!

❤︎ - (klitz) nsfw headcanons

❤︎ - (eli sunday) nsfw headcanons

[klitzcore]

Hi, I’m back LOL! I just love your stuff so much! Could I get a one shot or headcanons of Eli (The Girl Next Door) kind of showing the reader off to Matt and Klitz? Just being super clingy and flirty and talking about you to them when you’re all together.

Character: Eli Brooks

Prompt: Eli showing the reader off + bragging about you!

A/N: Thank you for the compliment and request! I'm glad you enjoy my stuff. I need to write Eli more lol

Eli is constantly on you, all the time. Legs wrapped around your waist, arms slung around the back of your neck. He doesn't like not being there. Luckily, he's light, so it's easy picking him up.

He's also naturally super flirtatious, it's just the type of person he is. Most of the time it's super horrible, but he has his moments!

But when you're around his friends or yours? 100 times worse.

Instead of sitting on the couch like he used to, he's now in your lap on the floor. Klitz doesn't mind at all, he's now happy Eli's tortuous affection is now aimed at someone that isn't him.

Matt nor Klitz mind, they're happy that Eli is happy.

He'll introduce you to people my saying "Oh yeah! Is is the wonderful Y/n, and I have the pleasure of being their boyfriend!"

When you aren't hanging out with the 3 boys, Eli talks about you when he gets tired. It'll be 4AM, and the boys will be living off the caffeine of coffee and Pepsi.

He'll say things like "I feel like I annoy them sometimes but I love them a lot and I don't know how to show it in a regular way."

Klitz will rub his back and just say "Well, have you thought of.. maybe toning it down?"

Matt tries to help, but he's not good at relationship things either.

This is Eli's very first relationship, he doesn't know what to do.

So when he sees you next, you swing your arms open, ready for him to run and jump at you. But he doesn't. Eli walks over and simply says "Hey."

Something was off.

"Babe, what's wrong?" You ask. A flash of panicked desperation crosses his face. He was so readable. Something was wrong.

He wasn't able to tone it back or be "chill". That's not who he was.

"Come here babe." You say, motioning to your chest. And just like that, Eli has slotted himself into your arms comfortably, practically sinking against you. His cheek rests on your chest, pressing into the soft material of your shirt. Eli closes his eyes and he lets out a sigh.

He didn't protest as you hug him. He needed this.

"I just.. sometimes I think I annoy you by being on you all the time. I can't chill out-" you cut him off.

"Do you really think you annoy me? Eli, baby.. I love how affectionate you are, it's nice." You say, kissing the top of his head.

A smile rests itself onto his face. His clingy nature, you liked it.

"I feel like sometimes I put a restraint on you when I do get clingy, I'm easily jealous." He confesses.

"Eli, I would say something if I had a problem with it." You say.

This takes a pressure from his shoulders, one that he didn't realize was there.

You were understanding of him and his emotions, he loves that about you.

He likes flirting with you infront of others, it's kinda like a giant "Fuck you, and fuck off!" To others who show interest in you.

Most of the time, that's paired with him kissing you while looking directly at whoever showed said interest.

Where you go, Eli follows.