𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗽| Karl Heisenberg x Fem! Reader ✔︎

Chapter Twenty-Two.

My face goes hot all over again when I remember we only have two bedrooms in the house. "That's a good question, isn't it."

Karl nods, scratching his stomach with a small yawn. "Is this what it feels like to be mortal? Getting tired so easily? I haven't even done anything yet."

I roll my eyes at the words, knowing he was just being a cocky know-it-all. "Yes Karl, this is what it feels like," My words are laced in joking sarcasm as I head up to my room.

"Where are we going?" Before I can even blink the man is trailing behind me on the stairs, making me jump.

I shoo him off in surprise, not wanting my parents to think anything if they come out of their bedroom.

"I'm going to change. You're going to sit on the couch and wait for me to grab you a blanket and some pillows so you can sleep."

He scoffs, walking back down the staircase with slumped shoulders. "Okay Ms. Cocky, enjoy yourself in there alone."

"Oh, I will, Mr. Mortal," I spit back, going into my room so I can clear my mind of its racing thoughts.

I didn't need to change, I just put this outfit on a few hours ago. What I needed was a break from all the chaos.

If I'm being honest, I kind of wanna cry again. Karl had been screwing with my emotions for over a month, and I'm starting to get fed up with it.

Now, I don't think he really understands the concept of emotions, which leads to me giving some leeway in the matter. I mean, he wasn't a very popular child, having been sheltered by Miranda his whole life.

But it's about time someone takes control of the situation at hand before it gets too messy and confusing.

I've actually attempted to tell him how I feel a few times, but every chance there is to blurt something out, a gut feeling tells me to stop.

Usually it's the constant thought of knowing he doesn't like me back, or that he might not even be able to feel anything at all.

But what's most irritating, is that those obvious thoughts don't stop me from freezing up, nor do they help me to bury my feelings and treat him as nothing more than a friend.

Right. Just a friend.

A friend.

He's a... friend.

"Fuck it," I stand up from my bed and quickly open the door, running down the stairs to see Karl just sitting on the couch like he was told to.

I smirk, throwing myself onto the man, not letting him get a single word out before crashing my lips against his, holding his face still with my hands as I do.

I feel Karl smirk against me with his jump of surprise, and I almost pull away out of confusion. That is, before he grabs the back of my head, deepening the kiss.

I melt in his grasp, feeling a second hand snake around my waist just as he pulls back. The cocky look that was on his face almost made me angry, but the blush and panting of his breath made me stop, realizing I'd at least had some kind of effect on him.

"Scheisse... What was that about buttercup?" His hand goes from the back of my head to my waist, joining with the other one, holding me in place on his lap.

"I— You— What?" I have nothing to say, he's rendered me speechless. In all honesty the plan was to kiss him... that's it, that's as far as I got with my master plan.

Him kissing back wasn't in that plan, nor was explaining why I basically ran at him like an elephant before jumping on him like a hungry animal.

Karl holds the smirk, lifting an arm to rub my jaw with his thumb. "Got nothing to say? Your parents are right upstairs you know," As he speaks, his lips inch closer to mine, leaving a small peck to the side of my mouth before quickly backing up. "Such a naughty thing to do."

My face is hot, and I can feel my entire body shaking with nervousness. "I-I... can—?" I puff my cheeks out, looking away; embarrassed that I enjoyed our first kiss so much.

"I'll give you as many kisses as you want if you answer my question," Karl states, leaning back a little so his neck is resting on the couch. "Why did you kiss me just now?"

A shy laugh escapes my mouth before I try to get up, feeling Karl hold me down with his hands. The mans eyes were practically staring into my soul, searching for the answer before I've even said a single word.

"I was mad, okay?" I give in, feeling bad for kissing him in the first place.

Even if it did feel nice.

And his chapped lips fit together with mine like matching puzzle-pieces.

And he held onto me in such a seductive yet subtle way that all my nerves came alive.

Fuck, I didn't feel bad at all.

In fact, given the chance, even with my parents up in their room, I'd kiss him again, and I'd go even farther.

"Mad? You're the one that said I couldn't go into the room—"

"Stop being a dumbass Karl! I love you! I love whatever the fuck this is! I love us! But— but you don't love me back," There was a fire that was burning in my chest when I started to respond, but it died the moment I was reminded how he thought of me as nothing more than a friend.

"I don't?" He tilted his head, an eyebrow raising in sudden confusion. "Who are you to tell me how I feel?"

"Karl, look at me. I'm fat, I'm ugly, I'm a big ball of confusing emotions and terrible English!" I start yelling out my own silent insecurities as I try to get a grip. "Useless! Loud mouthed! Scared! Childish! Loser—!"

I'm stopped when Karl uses his fingers to grab my cheeks, pushing my lips together to look like a fish. "y/n, I mean this in the kindest way possible, shut the fuck up."

The way his words held such sweet venom made me melt, and I stared into his steel eyes, waiting for him to either let my face go, or keep talking.

"Everything about you is amazing, and I love all of it," Karl continues his small speech, letting my face go as he does. I roll my mouth around, trying to stop it from getting sore. "Do you understand?"

I look down to see my stomach chub sticking out, creating rolls. I'm suddenly self conscious, trying to sit up from the mans lap.

Only when it comes to Karl do I feel any form of embarrassment for my weight. I mean, I've jumped on plenty of people before, but never have I been trying to impress them.

Just as I get up, Karl yanks me back down, as if he'd been waiting for me to get far enough away to pull on my love handles. "Karl, let me go, I don't wanna be here anymore."

"Why? Because you've finally had the chance to speak up about how you feel so now you can just leave me here in the dark?"

I know he's getting irritated with me, but that makes two of us, because I'm starting to get irritated with his on and off emotions.

One day he's flirting with me, and the next he's treating me like a stranger, or sometimes even an enemy.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing. Now, let me go—!" I'm cut off with another kiss, effectively shutting me up.

Karl stops the kiss on his own once again, staring into my eyes. I swallow a little spit, my nerves building up even further.

"y/n, I fucking love you."

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