Karl Heisenberg one shots

"Good girl"

Warnings; praise, deepthroating, hair pulling, spit

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    I lay on Karl and mines bed, kicking my feet while flipping through the pages of one of the few books he owned. The sound of the factory door slamming shut pulled me from the imaginative world.

"Fucking bitch!" I hear Karl scream, a loud slam following afterwards. I sigh and place my bookmark on the page and close the book before standing up. As I reach for the doorknob, the door swings open. Karl stood in the doorframe, his chest rising and falling quickly in anger. He looked absolutely furious, his face red while his nostrils flared.

"Hi darling, what happened?" I asked sweetly while I smiled up at him. This was a commen occurrence when he came back from a meeting with Mother Miranda. He groans loudly at my question and steps further into the room.

"She denied my request for more of the Cadou. She's getting suspicious." He growls as he removes his hat and places it on our night table. He sits down and lights one of his cigars, sighing loudly as he exhaled the smoke.

"I'm sorry baby." I mumble while examining him. An idea pops into my head and I make my way to him. I stand between his legs and lean down to place a kiss on his lips. He sighs afterwards then takes another puff from his cigar.

"Sorry darling, I'm not in the mood to be all lovey right now." He grumbles. I nod and kneel before him. He furrows his eyebrows together and watches me intently. I remove the elastic from my wrist then tie my hair back before running my hands up his thighs.

His breath hitches as I begin to unbuckle his jeans. I could see his cock hardening in his underwear as I pulled his jeans down. He takes a long inhale from his cigar and blows it from his nose while I pull his underwear down enough for his cock to spring up.

I lean down and lick the tip, gazing up at him through my lashes. I take the tip in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, causing him to moan.

"You know exactly how to make me feel better." He sighs as I engulf his cock in my mouth. I bounce my head up and down his length, stroking what wasn't in my mouth.

His long fingers intertwine with my loose ponytail, guiding my head at the pace he wants. He leans his head back, taking another puff from his cigar. I pull my hand away and begin deepthroating him, gagging around his thick cock, it was difficult to fit it in my mouth.

"Good girl." He moans, his voice shaking. I loved seeing his more vulnerable side and hearing the higher pitched moans he made when I pleasured him.

He grips my hair tighter, his guidance becoming more forceful as he neared his orgasm.

"Fuck good girl." He pants while he bucked his hips up and forced my head down. His cum shoots down my throat, groans flying from his lips. He pants loudly as I pull away, struggling to swallow.

"Thank you darling." He whispers once he catches his breath. He pulls my head up and places a kiss to my lips.

"Do you feel better now?" I ask sweetly as he fixed his pants then pulled me into his lap.

"Of course, just seeing your gorgeous face makes me feel better." He states, grinning at me. I smile and kiss him again before he leans back against the wall, holding me tightly.

I reach up and run my fingers through his hair. His eyes flutter shut and he hums happily.

"I love you darling."