OKAY so maybe i'm a little (A LOT.) embarrassed asking this...
but i will always and forever love your klitz fanfic, "the bikini dilemma" (im a little obsessed) and i have a head cannon that he steals your underwear and uses it to get off. OKAY? ok. ♡
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don't be embarrassed I love that fic!! and you're completely right too (18+ this turned out super pervy and dirty lol)
the thing is, it's not exactly stealing... not by klitz's definition.
cause it's not like he went looking for them, it wasn't a panty raid or whatever.
it happened because of a backpack mix-up, a common occurrence since the school's ridiculous dress code forced everyone to carry the same school issue backpacks. yours was usually customized with keychains and stuff, but unbeknownst to klitz they'd been confiscated and the two bags looked identical.
he was distracted thinking about a big essay due soon and didn't notice the difference in weight when he picked up the bag.
it wasn't until he got home that he opened it and noticed the cheerleading uniform; your name was written on a tag inside, and he felt two emotions at once.
one was relief, since you lived close by and he could just head to your place and give it back easily.
the other... was morbid curiousity. maybe he didn't have to give it back right away...
he dug through and most of it was similar to anyone else's bag-- homework, old receipts, a granola bar, a mini deodorant-- but that uniform gave him all kinds of ideas.
it always did, when you were wearing it. this felt different, he was touching it now. he couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to touch it while you were wearing it.
he found your perfume in the bag too, the whole thing vaguely smelled like it once it was unzipped, but uncapping the bottle and getting a straight whiff felt like he was so close to you...
of course, the last thing he found was the most important. they had fallen all the way to the bottom, maybe they'd been tangled up in your uniform before and he didn't notice.
they weren't "sexy" underwear, they matched your skin tone and were cut in a boyshort pattern. maybe they were supposed to go under your uniform so you wouldn't be flashing people during cheers? for as much thought as he'd put into it, klitz really had no idea about what was typically under your cheer uniform.
whatever these were under, you hadn't worn them over anything. he could tell by the slight clear stain right on the crotch.
(of course the first thing he did once he figured out what they were was look at the crotch...)
it wasn't his proudest moment by any means-- he was blushing like crazy and his heart was pounding with shame and excitement-- but he lifted that stain up under his nose and took in a deep breath.
something very primitive and unrefined in him responded to the scent. it was nearly indescribable, something he couldn't compare to anything else.
it smelled so... human, something clearly from a body, but not off-putting at all like most scents people generate...
it was salty sweet, sort of earthy yet tangy and...
delicious. that's the word he was looking for.
he felt disgusting for such a clear violation, for such a dirty obsession, but all he could think about was tasting it, tasting you.
and that's how he ended up with your panties between his teeth and his dick in his hand, jerking off faster and harder than he ever thought he could.
he inhaled deeply with every breath, intoxicated by the scent, and it pushed him closer to the edge each time. he'd actually had to be careful not to just come in a few seconds when he first started stroking himself-- if he could, he wanted to make this last a little bit longer.
after all, he was going to have to return these soon before you noticed the bag switch fiasco and came over here.
but he'd never felt like this, he'd never been so turned on before-- and knowing what he was doing was wrong made him feel guilty as hell yet the guilt seemed to enhance his pleasure, not inhibit it.
he'd definitely perved on you before, somewhat-- trying to peek down your shirt, watching your skirt fly all over during cheers, looking for excuses to be in the same classes and clubs as you-- but this was a whole other level.
he came so quick but so hard, his heart racing so hard it was all his ears could hear for a minute.
as he opened his mouth and let the panties fall into his hand again, he realized that he was absolutely not giving these back. he was going to return your bag, explain the mix up, and let you assume you'd left the underwear in your locker in the cheerleaders' changing room.
he was going to look you in the face as he handed you your bag, knowing he was going to wrap your stolen panties around his cock that night and imagine rubbing himself against you in that goddamn slutty uniform.
he was going to watch you at school and laugh to himself, knowing you were totally oblivious to how much he knew about you.
and he was going to feel like a real creep for doing it but... he wasn't going to stop.
