A Match Made in Hell

14

"Karl, go to bed, will you?" I groaned as he pulled me down by my wrists.

"Please." He begged.

I shook my head. "Baby, it's too late, you're tired and so am I, you just don't know it yet." I press a kiss onto his forehead.

He grabs my neck and pulls me down, pecking my lips repeatedly. "Come on, Nick. You know you want me too, baby." He smirks.

"You know I do, baby." I groan as I let myself fall back onto the bed, slapping both hands over my face.

"Shh, stay with me, baby." He whispers, removing my hands from my face and looking down into my eyes, nodding his head in encouragement. "Yeah, baby, stay with me."

I froze in my place, like a statue too afraid to move.

Without thinking, I suddenly put my hands on the bed and pushed myself up, kissing him on his open mouth, making him gasp for air.

Once he relaxes in my arms, I can feel his hands sliding under my shirt. His fingertips are lightly tracing circles on my skin. I gasp as his cold hands make their way over to my chest.

"Karl, don't do that to me." I groan, placing my hands over his under my clothes, he brings his lips to my ear.

He doesn't stop. His breathing gets heavier and hotter against my neck. "Do what?" He asks innocently.

"That, Karl." I push his hands onto my chest so that they're completely touching me, his fingertips still tracing little circles on my skin.

He smirks. "I thought you liked it when I did that?"

"Baby, stop that, You're drunk." I gasp. Hell, we both are, yet I still can't help but feel guilty.

"So are you." He argues, leaning into my ear. "You know you want this, baby. You want it badly. You want me." He whispers, breathing into my ear.

"Yes." I chuckle, shutting my eyes and savouring the feeling of his hands on my body, making me feel drugged.

"I need you, Nick." He groans, catching my bottom lip inbetween his teeth. "And I want you. I want you so badly."

"I don't want you to hate me when you're sober." A sigh comes out from my mouth, his grip on my body loosening. At this point, I don't even know what I want.

"I'm not gonna hate you." He shakes his head. "I would never hate you, beautiful, I love you too much to ever hate you."

I love you too much to ever hate you.

Hearing the words come out of his mouth makes my heart stop. For the first time, I heard what I'd been waiting to hear, what i have been dying to hear

I love you.

God, I love you so fucking much, baby. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you so much my beautiful Angel.

I place a kiss on his hand, my thumb rubbing circles in his palm gently. "My love," he whispers, a smile finding its way across his lips.

My heart skips a beat when he pulls me down by my neck, placing a sweet kiss on my lips.

"I love you." I mumble in his ear, tucking a strand of hair behind. "I love you, Karl. I love you more than I've loved anything before."

He chuckles, dropping his hands down onto the bed and throwing his head back.

"Is it too early too feel all this?" He questions, not looking at me. "Is it too early to fall in love now? Because I'm being so serious, Baby."

"I love you too, hun." I pull him in by the back of his neck, his forehead slamming against mine as he meets my eyes.

His hands travel up and down my body.

"Nick," he gulps, whining quietly. "I want—"

"God, baby, not right now." I chuckle slightly, rubbing circles on his back firmly.

He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, cooling down a bit and getting closer to me again.

"Im saying this for your own good, darling. I don't want you to be so tired once you get up." I reassure him.

"Nick I seriously don't give a fuck." He shakes his head.

"Okay, now, you're actually being so unnecessarily stubbo-"

"I literally couldn't care less." He puts a hand over my mouth. "I don't care about any of that. I just want you."

"You can't have me now." I slap his hand away. "Go to sleep." I kiss the top of his head.

"I can't. Nick" he pushes me away. "I cant fucking sleep." He looks up at me with doe eyes, begging for me.

I close my eyes as his hands travel down my body. They slide down my my face down to my neck, holding it tightly.

He doesn't leave a single spot on my chest untouched. His hands run down my body, pressing hard on my hips.

I can't concentrate anymore.

I need him so bad I can't tell him to stop.

A hand slides into my pants, rubbing my clothed cock.

I pant for air as he plays with my tip, pressing hard on me. "Kiss me, Nick." He begs.

"Kiss me until I'm sick of it."

I don't argue with him, I immediately pull the brunette into a passionate kiss and push my tongue into his mouth.

He whimpers and continues to rub my cock. I grind myself onto his hand and he smirks into the kiss. 'Good boy,' I hear him mutter in my ear.

I moan his name and he pulls me in for another kiss. So hard, it's making my mouth ache.

I could feel my lips swell as he bit my bottom lip.

He suddenly stops touching me and I can feel myself going crazy.

It's the worst fucking feeling ever.

I immediately get up and throw my shirt off, tossing it to the floor.

"I didn't even have to tell you." He bit his lip and pulled me down by my shoulders again.

I shut my eyes tightly as he kisses me roughly, I can feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes because of the pleasure.

"I love you." I whine in the middle of the kiss.

"Prove it to me."

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I hate this chapter wtf💀💀