Not my first attempt at fanfic, but the first I’m publishing. Karl Heisenberg with a female OC. Smutty. NSFW. :) (Sorry I haven’t figured out how to do the “read more” thing on my phone)
Karl had been working on some project for hours now. He’d skipped breakfast and lunch, and now it looked like he was going to miss dinner too. Karl was such a genius when it came to mechanics, engineering, and scheming, but he’d apparently devoted one lone brain cell to thinking about things like “eating” and “sleeping”. It looked like it was up to me to make sure he was taken care of.
I made my way down to the small kitchen in the living quarters of the Heisenberg factory. I began gathering the ingredients for a simple yet filling meal. It’s not that I minded taking care of Karl—in fact, I loved it— but his lack of concern for his own well-being worried me. I didn’t want to see him exhausted and hungry, yet refusing to stop working.
After awhile, I’d made a pot of tomato soup and a stack of grilled cheese sandwiches. I ate a bit myself, then poured a bowl of soup for Karl. I took two sandwiches, sliced them in half diagonally, and put them on a plate. I put everything on a tray with a spoon and some napkins and was ready to take it down to his workshop when I had a thought. Maybe he needed more than just food to refresh him. He was probably tense from working so hard. He needed a way to release that tension.
I smiled. I adjusted the neckline of my peasant blouse so that it slid down my shoulders, revealing the tops of my breasts. I wished I had a push-up bra to really make those titties pop out, but I usually didn’t wear a bra around the factory because it was too hot for that. I rolled over the waistband of my skirt until the hem stopped just below my butt. I picked up the tray and sauntered down to the workshop, a pleasant warmth building between my legs as I thought of all the ways I could help Karl unwind.
I pounded on the workshop door.
“Karl, I’m coming in!” I hollered. He tended to be a bit jumpy if he didn’t hear me walk up behind him, and I learned quickly that if I didn’t announce myself, I’d end up with shards of metal flying at me.
“What do you want? I’m busy!” he yelled back.
I pushed the door open and walked in. Karl was sitting in a chair at his workbench, fiddling with something mechanical. He was shirtless and had his grayish hair pulled back in a ponytail. Sweat glistened on his broad shoulders. Damn, he looked good. I went a little weak in the knees and the tray wobbled slightly. Steadying it and getting myself under some kind of control, I walked over and set the tray down next to him. He didn’t even look up at me.
“I made you some dinner,” I said in my sweetest voice.
Karl’s attention didn’t waver from his project.
“Thanks, Buttercup. But I’m not hungry.”
I rolled my eyes. If I couldn’t even get him to stop working long enough to eat, how was I going to get a quickie out of him?
I grabbed a sandwich wedge and held it out to him. “Bullshit. You haven’t eaten all day. Just take a bite,” I cajoled.
“Just leave it here and I’ll eat it later,” he said, still not taking his eyes off his work.
“Your soup will be cold by the time you get to it, and your sandwiches will be all gross, and then you still won’t end up eating,” I said, bumping the sandwich up against his mouth. “Come on, just one bite.”
Karl sighed. Then he took a giant bite, his teeth grazing my fingers.
“Ouch! I cried, nearly dropping the sandwich. Karl smirked as he chewed.
“That *is* pretty good,” he said. “Dip it in the soup for me.”
“You want me to chew it up and regurgitate it into your mouth for you too?” I sassed.
Karl couldn’t suppress a snort of laughter, but he said gruffly “Just do what I say.”
I dunked the sandwich in the soup and offered it to him. He took another big bite, still never looking at me. Some soup dropped down the sandwich and plopped on my breasts.
“Now look what you did!” I huffed. “I’m standing here, tomato soup on my titties…”
At the mention of “titties” Karl’s gaze shifted to me. He finally noticed my low cut top and short skirt. He smiled wolfishly.
“So sorry babe. Let me clean that up for you.” He turned and bent his head to my breasts, slowly lapping up the drip. His hands moved to my nipples, rubbing them through the thin fabric of my blouse. I moaned and arched my back into his grasp. He went to pull my breasts free from my top, but I reluctantly pulled away. Karl glared at me, his frustration obvious from his furrowed brow and from the way I could already see him stiffening through his pants.
“What the fuck?” he said.
“Not until you eat your dinner,” I replied sternly, although I could feel the heat rising through my body.
He drew a deep breath in through his nose. “You are so fucking stubborn.”
“Yes! I ought to spank you for your insolence,” he said.
“Maybe later, but right now you need to eat, you asshole!”
I didn’t really mean to insult Karl like that, but it just slipped out in aggravation. I could tell I was in dangerous territory because I could feel an electric charge building in the room and small bits of metal began to levitate.
“Look, I’ll make you a deal,” I said, holding up my hands to placate him. “You sit down and finish your dinner, and I’ll give you a nice blow job while you eat. Does that sound good to you?”
Karl’s mouth quirked up in a smile. The electricity diminished and the metal clanked back in place.
“That sounds fantastic,” he said, rubbing his hands in glee.
“Ok. Now go sit down and let me take care of you.”
He settled down in his chair and spread his legs wide. I waited until he started eating, then I knelt down in front of him. I unfastened his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I pulled them down just enough so that I could reach his cock and balls. I pulled them out of his pants, running my fingers along his shaft, loving the way I could feel him harden as I stroked him. I rolled the ball of my thumb over the head of his dick, and cupped his balls with my other hand, fondling them. Karl groaned with pleasure, the sound slightly muffled from the food in his mouth.
Smiling because my plan had worked, I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to slowly and softly suck on it. Karl moaned again. I looked up to make sure he was still eating. He was dunking his sandwich in the soup and seemed to be enjoying his food as much as he was enjoying his blow job.
I went back to work on his cock, running my tongue up and down his shaft, flicking over the tip and along the ridge below the head. I gripped his cock close to the base and began tugging it, adding a twist of the wrist to cause more friction.
Karl was panting. I looked looked up again. He had stopped eating and had his head tossed back, eyes closed in bliss. I stopped what I was doing.
He let out a frustrated whine and looked down at me.
“Finish your food if you want me to finish *you*” I chided.
Karl growled and shoved the rest of the sandwich in his mouth, chewing messily. He swallowed and arched his eyebrows as if to say “satisfied?”
“And the soup,” I said, lightly trailing my fingers over his cock.
He huffed and picked up the soup. He tipped it back and drank directly from the bowl, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Slamming the bowl down on his workbench, he glared at me. Some soup had gotten in his facial hair.
“Wipe your face, messy boy” I said with a smirk. He ran the back of his hand across his mouth. Good enough for me. I gripped his cock tighter and returned to sucking him. But where previously I’d been gentle, now I really began to work him. He loved it when I gave a lot of suction to his tip, so i sucked until my cheeks went hollow. Then while keeping as much suction as I could, I circled his cock with my tongue and rubbed his balls.
Karl gasped and groaned, and I rewarded his vocalization by taking his cock in my mouth all the way to the base. He grabbed the back of my head, wrapping his fingers in my hair. He thrust himself deeper down my throat, and I let him use me as he wanted. When I could tell he was close to release, I pulled away from him.
He hissed in frustration.“What now?!?”
I smiled. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to tease you anymore. I just want some fun,too” I said, lifting my skirt to show I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Karl grinned. “Well, hop on then, Buttercup,” he said, patting his lap.
I climbed on top of him, not letting him inside me just yet. I leaned over and ran my tongue across his sweat-salty chest, licking and biting softly on his nipples. He moaned, and I ran my hands across his body; his broad shoulders, his soft stomach, the trail of hair that ran from his navel to his package.
He kissed me, his lips soft compared to the roughness of his beard. His mouth trailed down to my chest. He pulled my shirt down, exposing my breasts, sucking and fondling them.
I moaned and lifted my hips, guiding his cock inside me. No matter how many times we fucked, it always felt amazing when he filled me up completely. His cock was huge, and I loved feeling every inch of it inside me. I slid up and down his length slowly at first, just until I got my balance, but apparently that wasn’t enough for Karl. He wrapped his strong arms around me, making sure I wouldn’t fall, then he began thrusting fiercely into me.
“Karl, yes! Fuck me hard!” I cried. I matched his rhythm, circling my hips every so often to make sure he was hitting all the right spots. I pressed my chest up against his, the friction of my nipples rubbing up against his chest hair making me even wetter. As it was, I was positively dripping for him, the sounds of our lovemaking thick and satisfying. I could feel heat building up within me, and I knew my release was near. Karl was panting my name, and I knew he was close, too.
“That’s right. Take my dick. Take every last inch of it, Buttercup. Mmm, you’re going to make me cum so hard. Do you want my cum?” He breathed.
“Yes, give it to me! Fucking fill me up with your cum!” I yelled.
I felt Karl tense beneath me, then I felt him pump me full of his hot load. I groaned in pleasure, yanking his hair free from its ponytail as I came.
I slid off Karl’s lap. Grabbing one of the napkins, I wiped him off then put his package back in his pants. Karl smiled lazily at me.
“You really are too good to me,” he said.
“Nonsense,” I replied. “You work hard and you deserve to be treated right.” I kissed him softly. “I’ll let you get back to work now, but keep this little rendezvous in mind the next time you feel like skipping a meal.”
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