Karl Heisenberg one shots

"What? Does that feel good?"

Warnings; some degradation, light choking

The sweet smell of iron and rusted metal filled the room as I sat up on Karls workbench, watching my boyfriend work on a new gun he wanted to test. He was bent over a table, intricately welding parts to each other. His greying hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail that he had asked me to do. Beads of sweat rolled down his bare torso, my eyes following along.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as I admired his scarred body. He didn't have a 6 pack, but dammit he didn't need one. He places his tools on the table and groans loudly as he stretches his arms out. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and tiredly sits down in his work chair, his back now facing me. His large hands work fast to light his cigar. He takes a puff and does a long exhale out of his nose.

"Darling, you do know I can see you staring right?" He chuckles and inhales more of his cigar. I swallow hard as I feel my face warm up.

"Sorry, I was just admiring how handsome you were." I reply in a sultry tone. He looks at me and sighs before turning his attention back to the cork board infront of him.

"Alright, you can come sit on my lap until I'm done my work." He states. I grin and immediately jump off of the table. I take my rightful place on his lap, causing him to instinctively wrap his long arm around my waist and pull my back against his warm chest. We stayed quiet for several minutes while he stared at the board, the only noise to be heard was the burning sound his cigar gave when he inhaled and the exhaling of the smoke.

I grew impatient while my head ran with so many dirty thoughts and scenarios that could happen. I wiggle around a bit, hoping to send him a hint. He just loosend his grip on my waist and allowed me to get comfortable. I huff and wrap my arm around the back of his neck, allowing me to lean back and place a kiss on his cheek.

He smiled and kissed me back, mumbling 'I love you' before turning back to his thoughts. He takes another long, agonizing puff from his cigar and blows it out his nose. I kiss him again, this time behind his ear and trailed down his neck. He let's out a sigh of pleasure and tilts his head back, his eyes fluttering shut. I smirk against his neck then look up at him.

"What? Does that feel good?" I taunt, now grinning at him. He bites his bottom lip then leans in, pressing a kiss to my lips. His grip on my waist tightens and he holds me close to his body.

His lips graze across the sensitive skin on my neck, causing me to quietly moan. He pulls me further onto his lap, forcing me to straddle him. His large hand planted firmly on my lower back and he takes another long inhale from his cigar. As he exhales, his eyes study my body with some twisted form of lust.

"Remove your shirt darling." He whispers, a smirk tugging on his perfect lips. I nod and work fast to pull the shirt over my head. I drop it to the floor then unclip my bra. It falls, revealing my breasts. Karl groans and cups one in his large hand, pinching my nipple while he inhaled once more from his cigar.

I whine in both pain and pleasure, gripping onto to top of his pants. His calloused fingers run down my stomach and dipped into my underwear. He runs his fingers between my slick folds and smiles.

"So wet for me already? When did I teach you to be such a needy slut?" I let out a whimper and buck my hips against his hand. He chuckles and slowly slides a single finger inside of me. I begin grinding my hips down onto his hand, moaning quietly as I did.

"What? Does that feel good?" He teases, mocking me from earlier. He takes one last hit from his cigar before putting it out in the tray. He blows the smoke onto my face and pulls his hand away from me. I groan at the loss of touch but perk up once I saw him undoing his jeans.
He pulls out his hard cock, precum already dripping from it.

"Take off your pants." He whispers. I stand up and remove my jeans while he stroked his cock slowly, his eyes never leaving my body. Now fully naked, I straddle him once more. He places his hand on my mid back and pulls me close to him. He leans down and kisses across my chest lustfully. He pulls back and slowly guides my hips down onto him, completely engulfing his cock.

He and I both release a loud, relieved groan. He digs his nails into my hips as I started to rock back and forth.

"That's it baby." He breathes as he throws his head back on the couch. I lean down and press kisses down his neck, nipping at his collar bones. He groans impatiently at my slow speed and grips onto my hips tightly, holding me in place.

He begins bucking his hips up, slamming into me with relentless force. I scream out and grip onto his shoulders for stability.

"You like being treated like a whore darling?" He grunts, never slowing his pace. I whimper loudly and nod. He reaches up and wraps his hand around my neck, not tight enough to restrict my breathing.

"Use your words, whore." He growls as he pulls my face an inch from his.

"Y-yes sir." I stutter. He smirks at me then kisses my lips. My gut tightens as my orgasm approches fast. My pussy clenched around his cock and he utters a deep gutteral groan, that always drove him crazy.

"I'm cumming sir." I moan loudly as the knot in my gut comes undone. He reaches down and begins rubbing my clit in a fast circular motion, causing me to cry out in pure bliss.

I moan loudly through my orgasm, my pussy pulsating around his thick cock. He doesn't slow his pace once, allowing me to ride out my orgasm. My moans and orgasm sent him into his own.

He pulls out of me and places his hand on my upper back before leaning me down to where his knees were touching my back. He strokes his cock at a fast pace above my stomach, moaning loud profanities while strings of cum shot out onto my skin.

We both pant loudly, attempting to catch our breath. He soon lays me down on the chair before getting up to get a rag. He wipes off my stomach then leans down to kiss my lips, very sweet this time. I smile into the kiss, savouring it until he pulled away.

"You treat me too well darling." He whispers, a broad grin plastered to his face.

"Says you, sir."