Tough Lover(s)

Chapter 5

Waking up the next morning proved to be a very difficult task, your head groggy and your eyes refusing to open against the sunlight that slipped in through the blinds. Your body felt like it was dragged from the back of a truck that was driving across a rocky road. The cramping in your nether regions was sneaking up, making you flashback to the events of the previous night.

Oh god.

Everything came back to you all at once despite you trying to keep it receded into the dark corners of your brain. The embarrassment of it all was enough to make you pull the covers over your head and curl up into a ball, hoping no one decides to come in and check on you.

If you thought you couldn't face either of them before, you definitely couldn't do it now. The minute you saw them, you knew you would become a stuttering, blushing mess. Your dignity - or what little was left of it - would be ruined, fallen to shambles like you had for the two men last night.

Would they pretend it didn't happen?

Would they make it obvious and tease you?

Or the worst thing of all, would they not acknowledge your presence whatsoever?

It was frustrating to say the least. Anything you thought of was not the ideal situation by any means. In fact, it made you want to hide even more, curl up so tight into your fetal position that you popped out of existence. However, fate had other plans for you.

Three simple knocks on the door and your heart was racing at the thought of it being one of them. You stayed silent, hoping whoever it was would think you were sleeping and leave you alone.

"I'm coming in," said that German accent that you had memorized.

The door creaked open and you tried to control your breathing, the pitter patter of your heart seeming to be so loud that he had to hear it.

You felt the bed dip by your feet, then a large hand gently grabbing your arm, shaking you lightly.

"Wake up, it's late," he whispered, to which you involuntarily groaned, the ache in your body radiating with the movement.

You threw the blankets off your head and pretended like you were just waking up, blinking open your eyes.

"Everyone's been worried about you, asking if you're feeling okay," he chuckled, his hand that was on your arm sliding up to your hair and stroking, his touch soft as if he could break you more than he already did last night. You leaned into it, the gesture welcoming after what you had endured.

"I'm fine, just sleepy," you mumbled back, letting out a yawn. Your throat and jaw were beyond sore, the feeling very unpleasant.

He hummed in response, pulling you up and nestling you into his side, continuing to shower you with his touches. You felt small, the giant of a man engulfing your frame. Despite that, it made you feel safe.

"How could you be tired? You slept for ten hours." The deep voice of Ghost rang out, causing you to jump. You glanced over at the door and saw him leaning against the closed door, arms crossed. You hadn't even noticed him there.

"You try taking two dicks inside of you then tell me how it's not tiring," you shot back, rolling your eyes. There was a gleam in his eyes at your statement and you were sure he was smirking under his mask.

"We didn't come in here to talk about that. We wanted to check on you, you passed out rather quickly afterwards and we didn't get a chance to take care of you," König told you, pulling away slightly to hold you out in front of him, looking you over. "Ghost look what you did, how is she going to cover that?"