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cannedbeefaroni · 2 years ago

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

Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck it. You’ll do some vodka shots.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi Eli,” you said out of politeness.

“Heyyy you got a boyfriend?” he slurred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He laughed, “again, on what planet?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Isn’t it obvious?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2

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rasp-my-berry · 28 days ago

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a summer glowup pt. 2 // klitz x chubby reader

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

unfortunately i got really high and forgot to add in the part where they make their relationship off and got straight to the smut. additionally, it has been a significant amount of time since my last work and i wold like to apologize ahead of time if you pick up on stylistic changes in my writing. i am very out of practice and only just got in the mood to finish this work,, so quality definitely isn't what it used to be. i also haven’t completely gotten used to tumblrs format so i’m sorry this is so ugly

i also have failed to proofread as always since my keyboard thinks its funny to mess w me rn. ill most likely come back and make some tweaks eventually. i always do lol

the rest of that first day was... weird to say the least. people who wouldn't usually give you the time of day, as if you were a regular stain on the wall, suddenly had some interest in you. was it because you spent the summer out of state? because you came back with an entirely new wardrobe? because you were suddenly confident, suddenly had interesting things to say?

that's ridiculous. you refused to believe it. besides, you didn't care what they thought. all you cared about was the trio of boys and your best friend. they were the only people you wanted to spend time with. and who could blame you? you'd only known them for all of highschool up until now.

by the end of the day, you were exhausted from all the attention you had been receiving. you wondered if this was how new students and anyone regularly receiving that much attention felt. it was awful.

but finally, the end of the school day. you could leave and go home, do whatever you want- oh, right!! klitz wanted to hang out after school! suddenly you felt nervous again. not that you knew why. you'd already kissed the guy, so he knows how you feel. what's the big deal? there is no big deal.

until, of course, you saw him approaching, with eli and matt in tow. eli had a smug grin on his face and matt was snickering at something you couldn't hear. klitz looked like a wreck. sweaty, shaky, and pale. scratch that last one. he's always been that pale. poor boy hardly ever sees any sun. you'd have to change that. get some healthy color in him.

"hi guys!!" you smiled, waving as you walked over.

eli smiled and waved at you, walking over faster than the other two. he was always like this. an overexcitable puppy, you liked to call him. you were surprised he didn't pee a little bit when he first saw you earlier today. he always seemed like the type to pee when he gets excited.

"hey y/n." klitz greeted nervously, his voice shaky. he was definitely nervous for whatever you had in store for him.

you grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, using your other hand to hold his arm and keep him at your side. "hey klitzy boo~"

matt greeted you and took his spot in the small circle you four were forming. "so, what're we doing tonight?" he asked.

"oh, sorry. klitz and i are gonna be... uh.. occupied tonight-" you started before eli cut you off.

"UGHHHHHHHH!" he groaned in exasperation. "you mean to tell me, we don't get to see you for a whole summer and you're gonna spend your first night back with klitz??? i always knew you wanted to ride him like a freak, but i never thought i'd see the day you would abandon us to do it!"

you had to laugh. you had to give it to him. eli's definitely funny. a giggle passed your lips and klitz started trembling. you just sounded so angelic.

"i PROMISE we'll hang out tomorrow! i just have some lost time to make up for with klitz." you defended. "besides, i bet you guys don't even know he kissed me this morning. that kinda changes things a little bit."

"HE KISSED YOU?" matt shouted.

"WHAT DOES THAT CHANGE??" eli's shouts overlapped matt's.

you laughed. "you know what i mean, right klitz? can you explain it to them?"

he sighed, hating to have to explain this to his friends. "yea, i kissed her earlier. and it doesn't change everything but it might just mean that... yknow... we won't be spending every day together.. y/n and i are gonna want private time too."

"WHY NOT?" eli started. "yknow i wouldn't mind watching you two do a little.." he started wiggling his fingers together from both hands, trying to make a sexual gesture??

your jaw dropped and you had to contain your laughter. "oh, stop it! only way you'll be seeing that is if we decide to tease you and send a video." you rolled your eyes.

eli visibly slouched, your words distressing him. he turned to klitz, grabbing his shoulders roughly. "klitzy.... klitzy, klitzy, klitzy..."

"what, eli?" klitz hesitated, scared of what eli could possibly have in store.

"OH BABIE PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE," eli dropped to his knees, tugging on klitz's pant leg and literally sobbing at this point. tears streamed down his cheeks like a waterfall and snot was collecting on his upper lip. disgusting. " YOU GOTTA FUCK HER, BRO! FOR ME!! FOR MEEEE!! RIDE IT, SUCK IT, LICK IT, SPIT ON IT FOR MEEEEEEE!!!"

people were beginning to stare, and klitz hated having people look at him. he would say anything to get eli to stop this tantrum. "yea, whatever, dude. i'll do her raw and hard just like you would want to..."

"promise?" eli squeaked, holding out his pinky finger.

klitz sighed, putting his pinky out as well and linking it with eli's. "i promise."

you couldn't help the giggle that escaped you. you wouldn't necessarily be upset if klitz followed through with that promise...

"well, we really should get going. we wouldn't want to be late for.... yea!!" you smiled, tugging klitz's arm and trying to get him away from the boys. "we'll talk to you guys tomorrow!! fill you in on all the details, don't even worry. it'll be like you guys were there!! promise!"

matt rolled his eyes. "what if we don't WANT-"

"THANK YOU!" eli sobbed, still on his knees. he turned to matt and began hugging his legs, crying into his knees.

taking a deep breath, you hugged klitz's arm, pulling him in the direction of your house. it wasn't a long walk, and not an unfamiliar one, either. ever since you had become friends with the tripod, everybody regularly got at everybody's houses. it wasn't uncommon for you to wake up to your mom telling you the boys were waiting downstairs. it was a little silly, actually.

"so, my parents actually won't be home tonight..." you started. "they wanted to visit my grandparents, so we've got the house to ourselves! we can do whatever you want."

"whatever i want?" he gulped, that nervous feeling rising up again.

you nodded your head. "yup!" and popped the 'p' as you spoke.

he hummed in thought. "well, we could watch that movie you were telling me about last time... or do our homework."

"homework?" you raised a brow. "i am not doing that shit. i'll get to it tomorrow."

he laughed. "ok, ok. how do you feel about the movie then?"

"i like that idea!! we've got some snacks at home so we can have fun getting a whole spread out!" you smiled.

once the two of you got inside, you let klitz raid the pantry and fridge while you ran around trying to find the dvd for the movie you mentioned to him not too long ago. once you finally found it, you sang victoriously. "finally!"

running back to the living room, you paused at the base of the stairs, watching klitz for a moment. he was sitting in front of a coffee table, setting up the snacks very carefully. he sat back for a second before leaning back and turning a bag of chips just a few centimeters over. he sat back and made a motion with his hands as if to say "stay."

you didn't want to startle him, let alone make him think you're making fun, but you giggled. "oops- sorry. it doesn't have to be perfect y'know. we're probably gonna mess it up anyways."

his eyes widened at that. at first he took it the wrong way, seeing only a sexual meaning in that statement. then he realized you were right. reaching for snacks and pulling them out of the bags would only result in a messed up sequence of what he originally laid out. he felt so silly for being so easily flustered.

"you're right. i just wanted it to look nice." he stuttered.

you smiled, taking a spot on the floor to put the dvd in. "well, i appreciate the effort klitzy poo."

he smiled and sat back on the couch, clearing his throat out of nervous habit. once the dvd was in, you grabbed the remote and took a spot next to klitz, instantly snuggling up in his side. he tensed up at that, fear and nervous thoughts instantly swarming his mind.

what if he smells bad? what if you can hear how fast his heart is beating? what if you can tell how nervous he is by listening to his breathing pattern? are you as nervous as he is? it doesn't seem like it. why can't he be as relaxed as you???

the movie started and you smiled, snuggling deeper into him. "you're gonna love this!! you like romcoms right?"

"o-oh! yeah! they're popular for a reason." he laughed nervously, and you giggled at how nervous he was.

a part of you liked knowing that you made him this nervous. another part wished he could just relax around you. you knew you would never judge him or anything like that. maybe he didn't know that.

about half an hour into the movie, HALF AN HOUR, there was a sex scene. at this point, klitz had finally relaxed and rested a hand on your hip, occasionally massaging the area subconsciously, as if it was something he'd done a thousand times (which he had. when you went shopping with the boys and it was crowded, he had a habit of holding and pulling you close to him so he doesn't lose you.)

klitz was already tense as it was, but you felt the feminine urge to tease him. with your free hand, you rested it on his thigh, running your thumb over it smoothly, slowly.

you could feel his thigh tense up under your touch and heard his breath get caught in his throat. he was holding his breath, watching you carefully. were you aware of the effect you had on him? could you tell? his hands were shaking and covered in a layer of sweat.

your hand slowly started massaging his thigh, moving up, up, up. you waited for a reaction. but he was focusing so hard on the movie and trying to block out what you were doing to him. he was gonna snap if this went on any longer.

your hand finally got high enough to where he couldn't take it.

he whined and stood up instantly, is if trying to get away before he embarrassed himself. "w... we should do something!!"

"like what, klitzy?" you asked, batting your lashes. "have anything in mind?"

his breath hitched and he could feel a heat pooling in his groin. he sighed. he knew exactly what he wanted to do to you, he just didn't have the confidence to get himself there. fuck it. yolo... or whatever. "let's get freaky."

did he seriously just say that. he could've said literally anything else. he was slapping himself repeatedly in his head, cursing himself for being so damn stupid.

"okay!" you smiled, sitting up.

fuck. he didn't think that would work. you're so pretty. he just wants to worship you, make you feel good in every way possible. "wait, wait, wait- actually???"

you sighed, standing and slowly walking over to him. "klitz, i think you fail to realize just how long i've been waiting for this moment. do you have any idea how long i've been infatuated with you?"

you rested your hands on his chest, slowly sliding them down, down, down to his belt buckle. you gave it a tug and sank to your knees. he could hardly breathe, hardly think. this was actually happening. this wasn't a dream, or some fantasy he was coming up with again.

"w-wait!!" he stopped you. "not like this. i wanted to please you."

your face burned in embarrassment and you shamelessly got butterflies from that statement alone. "oh!" you giggled nervously. but if he wanted to take charge, you would let him. "what do you want me to do?" you asked, standing again.

"just sit back on the couch. make yourself comfortable." he said, lightly nudging you back.

once you were seated he walked over, dropping to his knees before you. he stared into your eyes for a moment, just taking you in. you smiled at him, suddenly a little nervous. you didn't know what to expect from him. you were rigid, sitting up straight and staring down at him.

he offered you a smile back, before looking down. he grabbed your leg, kissing your knee through the pants you were wearing. you suddenly wished you had changed into something else when you had gotten home.

he kissed the top of your bare foot, running a hand along your leg under your pant leg.

he could feel how smooth your skin was, how warm it was. he could smell your perfume. the smell lasted forever, it always had, but this time it was intoxicating. he reached up, slowly following his hands with his lips, kissing a trail from your ankle to your knee. once he reached your thighs, he paused. he looked up at you, double checking that this was what you wanted.

you nodded your head. "keep going." you mumbled, afraid your voice would fail you.

he finally unbuttoned your pants, unzipped them, and tugged them off of you carefully. he stared at the panties you were wearing for a few seconds. he'd seen those before. they were your favorite.

you used to tease him by bending over when you wore skirts and turn around and say 'oops' when you saw he was behind you. just another one of those things he wished for so long you could've done in a different setting. but teasing each other had always been the nature of your friendship.

his breath shuddered, and it left goosebumps on your thighs. his hands were on your knees, gently pushing them apart to make room for his head. you didn't fight him, but god were you nervous.

he kissed your inner thigh, taking a deep breath as he did so. he continued to kiss inward, trailing from your knee all the way up until he was right in front of your clothed pussy. he kissed right at the hem of your panties.

you suppressed a whine. "oh, get on with it already, don't tease me."

he laughed nervously before finally pulling off your underwear. he grabbed a hold of your soft hips and pulled you closer. you were now barely sitting on the couch, your weight being supported by your arms. the closer he got to your arousal, the deeper your breaths became. klitz spread your legs farther, wanting a better view of you.

he could smell you, practically taste you. he'd never admit just how horny that made him. he loved the smell, the look of it all. his cock twitched in his pants, and he had to stop himself from groaning aloud.

he started by kissing you, right above your clit. you shuddered at the feeling, scooting a little farther out. "please, klitz, just- just-"

you would've specified what you wanted but his lips latching on to your clit kind of made you lose your train of thought. you couldn't help it. you moaned instantly. he hummed against you, dragging his tongue against your clit. reaching up, he sank two fingers into you, gently curling them upward directly onto your sweet spot.

your hands immediately found their way to his head, pulling him closer, cursing aloud all the while. "fuck- right there-"

your moans were enough to stimulate him. he loved the sounds you were making. anytime you moaned, he couldn't help but moan as well. you just sounded so hot, so needy. and knowing he was making you feel so good only urged him to do more, to do better.

you had no idea where he learned to do this. as far as you knew, he was as inexperienced as you were, not that it really mattered anyway. you were just startled.

almost desperate for breath, he pulled away. his glasses were fogged, and his hair was a little messed up.. practically the most arousing vision ever. he pressed his thumb to your clit, the two fingers inside you working their magic while you squirmed on the couch. you wrapped your legs around him, crossing your ankles where they met over his spine. you wanted to keep him as close as possible.

your arms were trembling now, beginning to buckle under your weight just a bit. you whined, the pleasure overwhelming you. you were getting close. you could feel a neediness build up in you, and you could hardly contain yourself.

"harder, faster, faster, fuck-" you panted, throwing your head back.

his free hand came up, kneading the plush of your thigh before trailing further up, under your shirt. he tenderly ran his hands over the soft skin of your stomach before finally finding your right breast. your moans deepened.

"i'm gonna cum-" you warned, your body bending to prepare for the wave of pleasure. he went right back with his mouth, removing his fingers so he could fully taste your pleasure.

he moaned against your clit, pushing you right over the edge. right as your moans turned to a scream, and you pushed his head farther into your pussy, he came as well, effectively ruining his pants.

he moaned against your clit, deeper, longer this time. the electric feel of his voice against your clit sent a shock of your spine, a small whimper leaving your lips. you panted, shocked by the overwhelming pleasure. your ears were ringing and you couldn't quite focus your eyes on anything. "klitz... i.. christ, that's the best i've ever had.."

you couldn't catch your breath for a solid minute, finally sitting up and running a hand through your hair. you noticed the spot on his pants and your hand flew to your mouth. "oh my god-"

he was still catching his breath. he pushed his still somewhat foggy glasses up, and eyes you curiously. "what is it?"

"did you..?" you paused.

he looked down and back up to you, his eyes now fearful. "i'm sorry! i know, it's, like, super pathetic and weird of me-"

"shut up, i think it's hot." you rushed. "did me feeling that good.. make you feel good?"

he nodded his head slowly.

"sick." you paused. "but are you gonna fuck me or are we leaving it at this?"

"whatever you want?" he looked up at you expectantly.

you smiled, batting your lashes at him. "i want you to ruin me. i want your dick balls deep inside me, klitzy."

his eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and his brows raised immediately. he didn't think you were capable of being so vulgar. especially in real life, compared to your texts. he gulped hard. fuck. he took a deep breath before leaning forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. he supported his weight on your bare knees, massaging and caressing the skin there.

you sighed dreamily, melting under his touch. your eyes fluttered shut and you smiled. "you don't have to treat me as if i'm fine china." you giggled.

"you're just about as precious to me." he murmured as he stood to sit beside you on the couch.

you nearly swooned aloud, the words alone giving you butterflies. you grabbed a hold of his hands, his soft, gorgeous hands, and pulled him closer to you.

you stared at each other for a moment, awkward and nervous silence settling between the two of you. you raised a hand up to his cheek, cupping it gently. he melted into your touch, sighing deeply. you leaned forward and pressed a short kiss to his lips.

he barely got the chance to kiss back before you pulled away and pressed your hand to his chest, running it along the whole of his torso, stopping at the hem of his shirt. you glance back up at him for a split second, noticing the way he's watching your hands so intensely. a smile pulls at the corners of your lips and you finally lift the shirt up and over his head, throwing it a short distance away.

once again, you ran your hands up and down his chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly beneath your fingertips. your smile widened, and you went further, further down to his belt buckle, undoing it with ease. his breath caught in his throat, nervous once again. you pull his pants down, leaving him in his boxers. you don't say anything, just scoot closer.

you hover over him, your hands on either side of his head, and press another kiss to his lips. "can i keep going?"

"please." he sighs.

you giggle a bit and finally go back to pulling off the final layer. you don't say anything but your eyes widen visibly. it's silent between the both of you for a moment, the movie filling in for your lack of words.

"is something wro-" he starts, before you cut him off.

"KLITORIS??" you shout. "WHY HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THIS FROM ME FOR SO LONG???"

"huh-"

you scream into your hands. there's a panic in your whole body, excited to just devour his cock whole. "klitz, if i had known you had such a juicy, scrumptious, fat cock, i- UGHHHHH-"

you quickly composed yourself, taking a deep breath. when you looked back to klitz, you noticed just how red his face was. you smiled again and he began stuttering.

"um so anyways-"

"i'm gonna ride you." you said with a straight face. "and you're gonna hold me like this."

he gasped, a nervous chuckle following quickly after. "oh-! okay.."

scooting forward and putting your legs on either side of his hips, you grabbed his hands, placing them on your plush hips. his hands were trembling, and you asked again if this was what he wanted, to which he vigorously nodded his head.

you smiled, still looking down at him. his shoulders rested just above the arm rest of the couch, you were almost at perfect eye level with him. "are you gonna take your shirt off?" he asked. "you don't have to, but-"

you practically ripped your shirt off before he could even finish. he was in absolute awe of you. the illumination from the tv made you look almost angelic, looking down on him like this. you were glowing, ethereal. an angel.

his eyes trailed your body from top to bottom, admiring every inch. the way your tits sat, and your soft stomach, your amazing hips, and your thighs that had him weak in the knees. your gorgeous, wet pussy, just moments away from him. his cock twitched and it reminded him of what was about to happen.

"you ready?" you asked.

he nodded his head again, and you didn't need another second to think before slowly lowering yourself on his erection. you let out a shaky breath, looking down and watching to see how much you were taking in. klitz bit his lip, nearly moaning aloud. you were so wet, so warm. so perfect. his hands gripped your hips tighter than you expected. your breath shuddered slightly, your hands finding their place on his shoulders for support. you sank down as far as you could, finally releasing your breath once you stopped. it had hurt, just as expected, but not as bad as you anticipated. raising yourself up again, you started to build a rhythm as best you could.

your breath was unsteady, as were your legs. klitz could hardly bare it. any of it. he wanted to just grab you harder, move you to a rhythm he much more preferred. just absolutely destroy you. he whined suddenly, his fingers on your hips twitching slightly, their grip never loosening.

after a moment or so, klitz finally snapped, his grip somehow tightening. he lifted you and pulled you back down just how he wanted you to. his hips thrusted up into yours, meeting you halfway and creating harder thrusts. he moaned aloud, his breath shuddering slightly. he could barely take it. you were perfect. he felt as though you were made just for him. a perfect fit. you gasped at his sudden action, although pleasantly surprised nonetheless. but he didnt stop there, of course. he continued manipulating your movements at a rhythm he much preferred to the one you were moving to.

his moans flooded the room, louder than the movie you had put on. he was so glad he had finally plucked the courage to say something. he knew things wouldnt be the same after this, and he was perfectly okay with that. this is exactly what he's been dreaming of for years anyways.

he kept pushing and pulling, at first just quicker, but as time passed, you felt him pull you down onto him much rougher than before. you could feel his tip reaching deeper than you thought possible. you moans soon turned into slurred speech, begging him to go quicker, begging to cum.

he didnt want this to end so soon, though. still, he was kind to you, and did as asked. he helped you move quicker again, and began thrusting his hips upward, meeting you in the middle and bringing a roughness to the speed that was needed to push you over the edge.

he watched your body, the way it reacted to his movements, the way it rippled with every thrust. he thought you had never been more beautiful, your makeup smudged and smeared around your eyes from sweat and tears formed from pleasure. sweat glistened on your skin, but still.. gorgeous.

soon enough, he heard your moan get louder, and louder, louder. then he felt your body relax, your walls tightening around him, pulsing with your orgasm. it felt.. divine. klitz was in ecstasy, and he hadn't even cum yet. just watching you come undone made him feel just as good as you did in that moment. he moaned, his brows furrowed and jaw slacked open. you looked absolutely angelic when you were feeling the pinnacle of pleasure. he didn't stop there, though. he grabbed your hips and in a second you were on your stomach, ass up and all. you were nearly exhausted and completely drenched. not just sweat, but the liquid arousal between your legs. he wanted to devour you again, but first, he wanted to cum.

he lined his hips up once more, pressing the tip against your cunt. a shaky breath escaped him as he pressed further, slowly sinking deeper and deeper. once he was in as far as he could go, he released a deep moan at the same time as you. he pulled out and started working up his rhythm again. his moans grew louder and louder. you were still sensitive from your orgasm, and you could feel another rapidly approaching. you hoped klitz was as close as you so you could cum at the same time. his breath was sharp and shallow, but his movements never fell out of rhythm. you turned your head, trying to get a good view of his face. you wanted to see his face twisted in pleasure as he cums. breathy moans turned to whining as his orgasm came closer and closer. he could feel it building up inside him.

he looked down at you, taking in your figure once more. he didn't fail to notice your perfect ass, and the way it rippled in time with his thrusts. god, he thought, she really is out of my league. he couldn't stop himself. his dream girl was right in front of him and holy shit his dick is really inside her. finally, he couldn't take it anymore. he grunted, trying to catch his breath.

"god, y/n, i'm gonna cum!" he started moving faster, fucking you even deeper and harder.

you were getting close, too, the pleasure overwhelming you. tears welled in your eyes and you let out a sob as your orgasm came crashing down on you. klitz came too, your orgasm only bringing him more pleasure, just the right amount to push him over the edge. he pulled out just in time for the thick ropes of cum to shoot across your back. the both of you slumped over and took a minute to catch your breath. tears continued to stream down your face as you recovered from your intense orgasm.

once you could finally speak again, you spoke up. "fuck, klitz... i'm gonna want a lot more days like this, if you don't mind."

"anything for you." he sighed dreamily. he pulled himself up and turned to the tv as he scooched his way over to you. reaching for the remote, he pulled you closer to him. "we won't be finishing this, will we?"

humming a simple response as you shook your head, you snuggled deeper into his embrace with closed eyes. in his arms, you didn't struggle to relax. he was warm and his heartbeat was soothing. suddenly, your eyes shot open.

"we can't tell eli."

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