Reader x Klitz NSFW the glasses stay ON πReader being sweet on Klitz about loving how he looks trying to (and very successfully) fluster him
A/N: Sorry about the LONG wait for this - I procrastinated like a motherfucker, so I appreciate your patience, I hope you like it.
Tags: Established Relationship, Gender-Neutral Reader, Fluff, Kissing, Established Relationship, Tim Getting Flustered, Praise, Emotional Intimacy, Light Sensuality, Glasses Stay On During Kissing, Everyone Is 18+ Here
The quiet scratching of pencil on paper had filled Tim Klitzβs room for hours now, occasionally accompanied by the rustle of turning pages as he sat across from you on his bed, his leg folded beneath him while the other one hung off the bed, completely focused on his homework. You watched as his glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, and how every so often, Tim would adjust them absently with a silent grace he didn't even notice he had.
You were supposed to be doing your work too, though you seemed far more interested in memorizing the way his brows creased slightly in concentration, the faint movement of his lips as he mouthed the words under his breath, the way his long eyelashes seemed to cast the smallest shadow on his under eyes despite there being a glint in his glasses from the evening light that was cast on the floor in his bedroom. Yet, he always seemed completely clueless about how pretty he was.
Timβs eyes finally lifted from his textbook, landing on you. They flickered with confusion, then amusement, when he realized you werenβt even pretending to study.
"What?" Tim asked, glancing up like maybe youβd said something earlier and he just hadnβt heard it.
You just shrugged, a light smile on your face, your expression soft and warm with adoration, "Nothing, cutie. Just looking.β
A pink tint creeps over his cheeks for a moment before he scoffs out a small chuckle, trying to cover the lingering shyness he still got around you. "Come on, don't tease me."Β
"I'm not teasing!" You protested playfully, sitting up and crawling over to his side, careful not to crush any of his papers, "I'm just being honest, it's so easy to look at you. I like admiring my cute, sexy boyfriend.β
You earn a bashful grin from Tim at that as he shakes his head softly with shy amusement, "You're too much."
"Really? I don't think I even scratched the surface with my attraction for you, mmm!" You giggle before wrapping your arms around his neck and lean forward to start pressing affectionate rough little kisses on his cheek with a playful growl.
He lets out a slight embarrassed laugh but he's not pushing you away, only careful not to crinkle any of his papers as the bed shifted, "Hun, we have to-β
His protest gets swallowed by another laugh when you keep peppering quick, affectionate kisses all over his cheek and jaw, exaggerated and relentless, your hands cupping his face so he canβt squirm too far away.
βI know, I know,β you mumble between kisses. βYouβre just way too cute right now.β
Tim ducks his head, smiling helplessly, his face warm beneath your palms. βYouβre impossible when you get like this.β
He laughs again, breathless, and instinctively lifts a hand toward his glasses, probably trying to take them off before they get knocked crooked.
You softly catch his wrist immediately.
You gently guide his hand back down, pinning it against the bed for a moment while your other hand nudges his glasses back into place after theyβd slipped a little sideways.
The words come out with such firm seriousness that he just stares at you. Then his ears turn pink. βYouβre kidding.β
Before he can argue, you lean in again, pressing another barrage of rough little kisses across both cheeks this time, making him laugh and twist beneath you before you press a kiss into his lips.
His glasses press awkwardly between both of your faces, his lenses fogging slightly with each shared breath, but neither of you pull away. Instead, Tim tilts his head just so to better meet you, a quiet sigh escaping him when the kiss turns tender rather than playful like the ones before, deepening slowly.
A textbook slides off the bed with a quiet thump and neither of you are willing to let it distract you from this moment, when kissing him made everything feel weightless, your thoughts dissolving into a dizzy warmth and shared breath, with the only priority being the way your lips moved against each other, prolonging the feeling until your lungs were empty.
When you finally need to come up for air, you break the kiss, pressing one last peck to his bottom lip before resting your foreheads together, both of you breathing unevenly.
Tim's still looking at you when the kiss breaks, eyes unfocused behind his glasses like he hasn't fully returned yet.
His lips part slightly, a quiet breath escaping him as he tries to steady himself, but the second your thumb brushes across his cheek again, all the color rushes right back into his face.
It's almost unfair how reactive he is.
"You okay there, pretty boy?" you murmur softly.
Tim lets out the smallest shaky laugh at that, embarrassed immediately, but he can't even hide his smile properly.
"Mhm," he says, though it comes out distracted.
His eyes keep flicking back to your mouth between words like he doesn't realize he's doing it.
You tilt your head a little, amused warmth blooming in your chest. "You look completely gone right now."
"I'm trying to think," he admits quietly.
Tim huffs another bashful little laugh, ducking his head for half a second before looking back at you again, hopelessly drawn in despite himself.
"It's not really working."
The honesty in it makes your heart squeeze.
A laugh slips from you before you lean forward enough to bump your nose gently against his. "Maybe we should take a break from homework."
His hands finally settle carefully against your waist like he's given up pretending he wants distance anymore.
"Yeah," he says softly, already leaning in before the word's even fully out.
He smiles against your lips this time, shy and warm and completely wrecked by you.
"It'll probably take longer than that.β
The words barely leave Tim's mouth before you're smiling again, soft and helpless at the sight of him like this, all flushed cheeks and shy honesty.
Instead, Tim kisses you first this time with surprising immediacy, one hand sliding carefully up to your jaw like he can't not touch you anymore.
The kiss starts tender for all of two seconds before it melts into something warmer, slower, deeper.
A quiet sound catches in his throat when you kiss him back just as eagerly, your fingers slipping into his hair while his glasses press crookedly between your faces again.
He laughs softly into the kiss at that, breathless and embarrassed, but neither of you pull away. If anything, it only makes the moment feel more unbearably fond.
Your thumb brushes beneath his jaw and Tim practically melts beneath the attention, kissing you again with a kind of careful desperation that makes warmth bloom all through your chest.
Somewhere beneath the haze of kisses and shared breath, another paper slips from the bed onto the floor.
Neither of you even glance at it.
Right now, Tim seems far more interested in memorizing the feeling of your lips against his.
