𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗽| Karl Heisenberg x Fem! Reader ✔︎

Chapter Thirty.

I continued playing with Karl's hair as I thought about what he'd said. I mean, it isn't that shocking that he'd wanna have sex again, is it?

"What's on your mind Buttercup?" Karl mumbled, not even looking up at my face.

"Nothing. Just hungry and sore, that's all," Karl laughed while sitting up, finally getting off the bed as he slipped on some sweatpants from the floor.

I saw a slurry of long scratches on his back and sucked in a small breath. They looked painful.

"We can take a bath and figure out some food choices if you want," His offer sounded like heaven, and I nodded, turning to get up, only for my legs to buckle.

I fixed the problem myself by holding onto Karl as we head towards the bathroom closest to us. He watched me sit down onto the toilet before starting the bath water, using mostly hot, and I could only assume it was so my muscles relaxed.

"Oh, here," I opened the drawer of my sink and took out a bath bomb and some bubbles, handing them over. "It'll help relax us."

He smiled at me, taking the bathing delicacies before quickly adding them so they both had time to work before getting in.

The two of us watched clear water rise higher and higher, before Karl shut it off, looking over at me with a smile as he took his pants back off and stepped into the bath.

I followed suit, going a little slower since sitting down wasn't necessarily the funnest thing when your back feels fucked.

When I did get down though, I immediately relaxed at the touch of warm water, resting my back against Karl's chest to feel him breathing, chest rising up and down.

He took my hand, scanning over the bite wounds and scarred scratches. "I'm sorry," Karl mumbled, as he moved down to play with my fingers.

I relax farther, letting my head rest on his shoulder instead of his chest as I shut my eyes. Karls touch paired up with the warm water was making me drowsy. "Sorry for what?"

"Whenever I'm around, you get hurt," Karl admitted, massaging my thighs up to my hips, as if he was trying to make up for his aggressive grabbing in the same spots.

"I love every minute of it, so shut up," I playfully smacked his hands away to make him stop pitying me. "And I'm fine. Your back, however, is not."

Karl laughed, wrapping his arms around me as he laid against the wall behind him. "That's nothing, you should've seen the time one of my Soldats went haywire and stabbed me."

I shake my head, deciding to not respond, and instead yawn. Karl passes time by building a bubble stack on top of me with a giddy smile.

So childish, yet so cute.

I let him do whatever he wants, seeing as he was enjoying himself more than I assumed a grown man would.

After ten or so minutes, I was getting too relaxed, my eyes struggling to stay open. "Karl, wanna go get some food now?" I had to get away from the bath before I actually fell asleep inside of it and trapped the two of us.

"Sure, what do you want?"

I opened the drain and stood up. It was a little easier now that my muscles weren't as tense.

"I was thinking we could go out to eat. I'm just gonna need you to do a few things," I mumble the last part, grabbing a towel for Karl inside of the closet before I wrap another one around myself.

"Okay?" He questioned, raising a brow to look at me.

"Well you see... I'm not the only one that's heard of the video game you're inside of, and right now you look exactly like Karl Heisenberg," I admit, hoping he'd catch on without me having to say much.

"But I am Karl Heisenberg."

My head falls, remembering how much of an idiot the man is with common sense. "We're gonna shave your beard," I admit, knowing full well that not many people would recognize a clean shaven and good smelling Karl Heisenberg without his famous outfit on.

"Hell no," Karl shuts down the idea before I can even try and convince him.

So, I do what any good and determined girlfriend would do in this situation. "I'll give you a blow job..."

Throw my pride away.

. . .

"Stay still!" I scold, grabbing the mans cheeks to keep his head from moving with all the shaving cream on it.

"It tickles!" Karl fights back, one streak down his face where I'd cut hair off with the razor in my hand.

"This will only take a second if you just stop fighting back," I mutter, rolling my eyes at how much complaining he was doing.

The two of us had gotten dressed before starting this process. Obviously Karl was still stuck with my dads clothes, but that's gonna be fixed when we go out today too. Well, if he lets me finish what I'm doing, that is.

"Karl, sweetie, stop fucking moving!" I yell, watching as his head pauses, allowing a smile to dress my face. "Thank you."

His eyes roll and he huffs, trying to ignore me completely as he pouts like a toddler.

"I'm almost done, just give me a sec," With a few more drags of my dads razor the beard was gone. A little shaving cream was still on Karls face, so I took a towel with warm water on it and wiped him off. Stepping back, I felt my cheeks heat up.

He looked amazing.

His piercing eyes were taking the show, as his salt and pepper hair fluffed around thanks to the work of my hairbrush. A clean shaven face allowing you to see his prominent jawline and full lips.

But I don't think Karl saw what I did, because he walked out of the bathroom before even looking at himself. "Come on, we need to get you some food!"

I laugh, following behind the man that still seemed to be pouting over having to shave his face. Even though it would grow back within a few days.

"Where do you wanna go?"

. . .

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-should I do more smut? That shit takes more creativity than normal writing, shoutout to whoever made Fifty Shades of Grey ig.