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You had always deemed yourself an extraordinary girl. Though neither popular nor unpopular up through your teens, you felt like you had it all. Having parents that maybe didn't give you as much attention as you would have preferred, you had many close friends to make up for that empty space in your heart, as well as their generous funds of money stashed in your bank account. This was all due to the career paths of your parents, one as a medical surgeon, the other as a nurse – both highly esteemed at their positions. Being that they took care of your needs, whether these were done indirectly or not, you always chose not to be a bother to them and try to talk to them about your life. In fact, you could confidently say they didn't even know who your best friends were. Kinda sad, in a way, but hey, what could you do?
Yet while you lived a relatively perfect life, and even attended a “rich kid's school” as many have called it, there was a specific someone who seemed out of place. More than that: he had an “otherworldly” presence emanating from him. Usually this was more than enough to make others steer clear of him, no matter how attractive he may be. The rare few that approached him to make some sort of attempt out of pity to help him “fit in,” thinking he was just putting up a facade in order to hide how lonely he was inside, were instantly pushed away – physically forced or curtly spoken to. The few that did manage to get through to him were the troublemakers, and to whom he seemed to fit right in with. In light of this, plenty of rumors circulated surrounding the boy with pinkish purple eyes who held various scars all over his body, prominently the one beneath his left eye which extended downwards across his cheek.
His name was Lutz Beilschmidt.
A handsome face and violet eyes with loose, yet soft-looking scraggly bits of blonde hair overhanging them. He was quite the sight to see, even with the dark circles under his intense pupil gaze, wearing a khaki jacket that normally hung from his shoulders, a loose tank top, black trousers, and thick padded army boots. His clothing attire rarely changed, but everyone knew that he could afford plenty else being that no one attending your school could be poor due to the school's prestige.
Why mention him at all?
Well, he's been watching your every move as of late. Nearly a stalker, but yet, not quite.
As far as you could tell, it all started the day you had accidentally ran face first into his chest which reminded you more of what it might feel like if one ran into a brick wall. Your books had scattered all over the floor, and glancing up to make a quick apology for your rudeness, your eyes widened at who was now towering over you curiously. It was as if he had taken notice of you for the very first time, and with a mischievous smirk while his violet eyes scoped out your feminine body, said, “Better watch your step, princess. Wouldn't want a sexy ass like yours to get fucked by the floor like that again.” Having never been spoken to in such a manner before, your expression was nothing short of appalled as he broke out into a deep guffaw of laughter, winking at you before he resumed walking to his next class. You thought your embarrassed flush would never go away.
Apparently you had made quite the impression on him, because it was since then you had also begun receiving secret love notes and letters inside your normal locker, backpack, and even your P.E. locker which was supposed to be off limits to all of the opposite sex! The contents of these notes were more than a little disturbing and inappropriate. However, so embarrassed you were, you only told your closest best friends who insisted you should tell the principal, but again you feared that no one would believe you. In the history of your school, it hasn't been recorded of anyone having any of these kinds of dilemmas coming up before.
The only conclusion you could come to was it being Lutz, since he was the only one who had been acting any differently towards you. Unfortunately for you, that was nearly every interaction you had, which so happened to be each class of yours, including lunch hour, and even your physical education class.
And then, if that didn't make matters worse, discovering that Lutz's mother worked with and was friends with your own mom, made everything turn into a nightmare real quick.
How and when did you discover that little tidbit?
When your mother announced to you one morning just as you were both heading out for the day that Lutz would be driving you home that night. Your stomach instantly turned squeamish and you pleaded with her to let you take the city bus instead or anything! However, your mother was relentless, and, having little to do with your personal life, made a strong hint at the fact that maybe the two of you could “hook up.”
And now, here you were, waiting at the front of the school as Lutz pulled his car around since it had been pouring the whole day. To top things off, it was Friday, and you couldn't be any more ready for the weekend. All you wanted to do was hide for the rest of your life until all of this strange 'Lutz and _______________' died down from your mother.
“Hey, _______________. Get in.”
The hood of your rain coat lifted up a bit as you raised your head back up to hurriedly climb into the front passenger's seat of his sleek black race car. You didn't exactly want to sit up front with him, but you also didn't want to appear as a 'fraidy cat. Because, out of anything you knew were, that was one thing you were not.
The drive to your house was only ten minutes, but it felt more like half an hour as the minutes dragged by. Well, at least he was a safe driver and not some lunatic on the road. However, you couldn't help but wonder if he was purposefully taking his time when you noticed he was going five miles per hour below the speed limit nearly the whole time, making you roll your eyes.
Once you finally arrived, the downpour was even thicker than it was before, to the point you could barely see a couple yards in front of the hood of the car. After he had pulled to a stop, you turned towards the door and mumbled a quick, “Thanks for the ride home.” as you began to pull on the door handle...but that was when you felt a large masculine hand stopping yours.
“And just where do you think you are going, schatz*?”
Your body froze at the contact, heart hammering in your chest as you heard him lock the car doors from his side. Before you could think how you should escape, you felt Lutz tighten his hold on your hand, pull it away from the door handle, and yank you around so the two of you were facing one another.
No matter how badly you wanted to be tough, be brave, talk back...you just couldn't find your voice. He was simply watching you with a hard, cold stare, and holding your hand in his. Finally, his thick, guttural voice that sent shivers down your spine, broke the awkward silence for you, “I love you, and want to date you so I can fuck you in every way that I can. Wherever and whenever I feel like it.”
Your expression was nothing short of flabbergasted, then absolute terror, as you tried to yank yourself free from his incredible strength. He continued as if you weren't reacting so poorly, “So, what do you say? When would you like to go out on our first date, schatz?”
Desperate, you shrieked out, “I refuse your offer! I don't want you anywhere near me!! The only reason I rode with you today was because my mom forced me to, and---”
He cut you off by roughly cupping your chin, holding your head in place while his other hand had moved to grip onto your wrist in place of your actual hand. His lips were shaped into a smirk as he watched you cringe in fear, and then leaned his head forward to hotly run his tongue all along the edge of your left ear. Hearing you squeak made the blood rush to his groin, and he was glad at that moment that the rain was still so thick outside. Were the Gods finally rewarding him for his patience, having waited to make a move on you?
“I've watched you and waited...wondering if you reciprocated back. It is clear when you tried so hard to discover who left you all those sensual notes that you do indeed seem to care about someone...who is it.”
Your entire body shuddered. It wasn't a question, or even a request, but a command. Without thinking, your mouth moved on its own as you uttered the name of your long time crush, and who was currently dating someone else. “(F-First name) (Last name)...”
He chuckled and nibbled your ear, tugging you closer simply by his teeth digging in to the soft earlobe tissue. “From this day forth, I want you to only think of my voice and cock. If you don't, let's just say I will take matters into my own hands and...hmm...how should I say...? Put him out of commission. And you wouldn't want that to happen, now would you, _______________?”
Before you could think of a reasonable response that somehow might make the, obviously delusional to some degree, German blooded stud in front of you understand he was misunderstanding far too much, his teeth harshly dug into your earlobe. Though a human's teeth are flat, they are still sharp in their own right, and you knew without needing to look by how hard he bit you that he had drawn blood, making you yelp in pain and whimper as he lapped at your small wound.
“P-Please let me go...you're scaring me...” Tears were pricking your eyes. You didn't want to give in, but how else would you get him to leave you alone? Surely your parents would listen. They'd have to! After all, their daughter's word took precedence over any rumors or first impressions they could possibly hear or form.
“Promise me.”
“I-I promise--!”
He chuckled and whispered darkly, “With your mouth, liebling*.”
Your welling eyes widened incredibly as you finally noticed his hand that had once held your chin had gone down to stroke his bulging girth. Fear, laced with a heavy dose of anxiety, pumped from the center of your being to every core section of your body; paralyzing you in a way you never knew possible. Then for the first time, luck turned your way when that free hand moved to caress the side of your face, chuckling at your reaction. “We'll save that for later, liebling...unless you are that eager for me that you need a taste already?” He chuckled from deep in his chest, running his thumb over your cheekbone. “Mmm...Ich kann nicht warten, um Sie über alle berühren, aber ich weiß, wir müssen warten.”*
You shuddered as he guided your lips to his own, kissing you harder by the second to the point you felt as if your lips were starting to bruise. His hand on your cheek moved to grip a handful of your (h/c) hair on the back of your head, keeping you in place. This time tears literally sprang to your eyes as you tried your hardest not to resist, for fear of what he might try to do to you. After what clearly felt to be a handful of minutes that he was kissing you so possessively, he finally allowed you a chance to break away, which you did with relief. Coughing some, you wiped the saliva that had accumulated on your mouth from your previously joined lips, then looked warily back over at Lutz.
Inside the car everything was cast in a shadowy overlay, whereas Lutz's eyes were a bright, shining violet hue that seemed to cut through the darkness – eying you like a viper biding its time for its prey. “Until tomorrow, schatz.”
Understanding that he was letting you go, you unlocked the door and bolted out into the rain towards your house. Not even caring to pull down the hood of your raincoat so your head wouldn't become drenched.
Or even to make sure you had all of your books. Especially one you would need for a major test the following day.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Lutz's Point of View ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Lutz smirked as you ran off into the rain, entertained by your behavior tendencies around him. Looking down, he saw one of your books that you would probably need for the big open-book test tomorrow in your science class. However, instead of being a considerate, courteous, and gentlemanly male, he chose to pretend like he didn't notice. Placing his hands on the car wheel, a deep chuckle rolled out from his chest as he peeled out.
“So now our chase truly begins, _______________...”
* * * * * *
Shit shit shit shit SHIT!!! Where is my book?!?! I was positive that I had it with me when I left school last night, but it's not even at school!! And my test starts in a few minutes, I've searched everywhere!
It was right before your science test, the halls already clear, and you were near your breaking point. Your most precious material for this class was nowhere to be found, and for such a serious exam, too! You needed these points, and there was no way you could pass without your book! You had tabbed certain sections that you didn't know very well, and without the chance to even glance it over last night, you knew you would be doomed without it! None of your close friends had this same class, however...there was one individual who did.
“Hi, _______________... you look like someone just ruffled your pretty feathers.”
You had yourself deep inside your locker when you heard Ludwig's creepy voice sneak up behind you. Before you so much as turned your head around to speak, your eyes widened as a red blush spread across your face, feeling his gloved left hand reach under your school uniform skirt to grab and knead your butt cheeks. “Here, let me help you smooth them out.”
“EEEK!!” Screeching, you attempted to squirm yourself out of his grasp, which you succeeded at, but not without him pinching your skin rather hard. He probably bruised my butt, the perverted freak!!
Rubbing your hiney, you looked up at him. “What are you doing here? The guy's lockers are a few over. I didn't need you to come over and 'check' up on me or something.”
Chuckling, he pressed two fingers under your jaw and lifted your head up so you could gaze into his lavender eyes. “Somehow I just knew you were thinking of me. And of course, I couldn't just leave my schatz waiting, now could I?”
This bit of news made you blush in embarrassment, though you were certain he had other delusional thoughts in mind, you decided to ignore it and cut to the chase. “Hey, did you happen to notice if I accidentally left my Science book in your car last night?”
His expression suddenly turned to one of boredom, and still with his two fingers under your chin, he glanced to the side. “Mmm...maybe. You mean this?” And just as if he pulled it out of thin air: there in his once free hand was obviously your book: the familiar bent corners of your book with light scratches all over its shiny surface, with multiple colored tabs sticking out all along the side of its pages.
Your eyes widened momentarily before closing briefly as you made a sigh of relief, pushing his hand away from your face, you began to reach out for it. “Thank G*D! I thought I was going to have to brave this test without it—H-Hey!”
Just as you had been reaching out to take it back from him, he swatted your wrist away and was grinning snidely at you. In your desperation, you made an attempted lunge for it, but only ended up flying past him, giving him the chance to grab you from behind by wrapping a strong, muscular arm around you waist. You gasped sharply as he squeezed you tightly with pure arm strength alone, the tip of his nose now running along the edge of your neck as he kept you pressed close to his chest. His warm breath prickled your soft skin, making you shudder with a terrible, yet enticingly enthralling, anticipation for something. A something that you were not yet too familiar with experiencing.
“And just what makes you think I'll give it back to you, liebling...? Even if we are dating now, my dearest slut-to-be~” Another chuckle, yet darker, rumbled from deep behind his Adam's apple as his hot mouth opened over your now-vulnerable neck.
As soon as you felt his soft, flexible tongue running across your skin, you felt a part of you deep inside of your abdomen spring to life, causing you to let out an unsteady moan of helplessness, unknowingly in pleasure. This new sensation left your mind free from all worry, as your entire being sought nothing more than to continue feeling this incredible fire deep within the pit of your stomach pulse and travel throughout the lower half of your body.
Quick to pick up on your reaction, he smirked and suckled your skin all too gently, making your body practically putty in his arms from sheer arousing bliss. He worked his mouth around to the front of your throat, moving your body by your waist as needed, so he could gaze at your flushed, submissive face while he bent you to his will. God, how he adored your every response to his touch – so simple. So naïve. So God damn innocent she's making me fucking LOSE IT already!
Eager as all men sexually aroused to their peak, he desired more, and reached his free hand down to ever so slightly brush underneath your skirt, until his gloved fingertips came into contact with what he craved. He grinned seeing you flinch, body trembling against his, mouth slightly agape in a soundless plea. The question was just how he could have this much control over you already, because--
“LUTZ BEILSCHMIDT! (F/N) (L/N)!!”
With his touches instantaneously disappearing, you felt yourself regain control of your senses, and upon realizing what you had done, and what HE had done above all else to you, made you grip the edges of your skirt roughly and pull the hem down firmly. All this done just as you faced the vice principal approaching the two of you.
“And what on God's good green earth do the two of you think you are doing making out in the middle of the hallway!? It's incorrigible behavior and I will NOT stand for it!” You saw her momentary look of disgust as she eyed the two of you, making you bow your head in shame. However, her next line was what made you really wish you could go hide under a rock for eternity. “I'm not surprised by you, Mr. Beilschmidt, but Ms._______________... I am very, very disappointed in you. I will be notifying the both of your parents, you two. Now off you go before I place you both in detention!”
Before you could even try to explain what had happened, that it was all a complete misunderstanding, and all you wanted was your book back for your test, Lutz had gripped your hand and was tugging you roughly towards class. Once out of earshot, you heard him grumble, “God damn fucking bitch...should just mind her own business...”
You could feel the blood boiling underneath your skin, and once outside the classroom, you hissed out, “No, you should mind your own business! I don't need a boyfriend, let alone someone like you influencing my life! Go find another sex toy, because I'm not--”
“You're a virgin, aren't you, schatz?”
Astonished, you stared at him in open-mouthed rage, as well as confusion. Yet as proud as you were for your virginity still in tact, you couldn't help the heat the spreading all over your face at a rapid rate, and also the silence that permeated your vocal cords.
He wasn't smirking, for once, nor did he seem as stoic as usual. In fact, he wasn't even looking at you, but into empty space. Neither of you said nothing more for another few seconds, until he turned his head towards you – violet eyes seeming to be shining with a new emotion, but you couldn't quite place your finger on it. “I felt like there was something special about you before we even bumped into each other. But now...” His eyes quickly reverted back to the look of charming, but violet with pink-tinging eyes which glistened much like that of a starved, feral beast hidden deep inside. “...now that I know I have a virgin, I know if—no, when I take you, it'll be highly unlikely that you won't stay loyal and dedicated to me.” Quicker than the human eye could follow, he suddenly had your chin between his fingers again and roughly yanked your face to within an inch of his. “Something I plan to take whole advantage of.” His long, pink tongue slithered out of his mouth and swiped your lips, but as much as you wanted to fight and scream, you found yourself captivated by his words, voice, and expression. He seemed so sure of himself, not a drop of confidence going to waste. All you could do was stare back in wide-eyed fear, wondering what sort of destiny he seemed to be predicting for you...though given the few encounters the two of you have had, it didn't take a genius to take an accurate guess. The pervert. your thought in passing.
“Oh yeah...here.” He pecked your lips, and dropped your book lazily onto the floor, where it made an audible dull thump echoing down the deserted hallway.
Having nearly forgotten about your book at this point, you quickly scooped down to pick it up, and then whispered hurriedly just as he was about to open the door to your class currently in the middle of the test, “W-wait! Where's your book??”
Laughing softly like you had made a joke, he rolled his eyes. “Why would I give a rat's ass about school? I only come because my parents force me to.”
With that said, he turned the door handle and walked inside, leaving you standing alone before you rushed after him. Hoping to God that you had enough time to finish your test with what time you did have left.
“___-_______________! Who gave you that hickey?!”
“Whoa, who's the lucky guy, huh?? I knew you'd find a boyfriend sooner or later! You're much too cute to go for too long without one~”
“I heard it was Lutz Beilschmidt! But that can't be true, right? I mean, I heard he was a complete dick who's extremely lazy though he has a nice bod...totally opposite of what you like from what you've told us. But...come on, is it true??”
Apparently, much to your discomfort, your little “session” in the hallway earlier had spread throughout the school like wildfire. You were the new source of gossip during the whole lunch period, and you felt like you were going to die. Finally, after what seemed like the billionth question from your friends, you snapped, “Listen, we are NOT going out! Yes he—he's the one who left this nasty mark on my neck, but I promise you it was not intentional on my end!! He caught me at unawares and forced himself upon me and then--”
“But that's not the way it really happened, is it, _______________.”
Your entire body stiffened, slowly turning your body to the side to see Lutz starting to sit down beside you. After doing so, he wrapped an arm securely around your waist and then leaned over to rest his head on your shoulder, eyes closing briefly as if he were exhausted.
Indignant, you spat in retort, “Get offa' me!! You're nothing but a pervert who grabbed me against my will and started--” Your cheeks flushed a dark red at the memory, which was suddenly, unfortunately for you, a rather semi-pleasant one. As wrong and unwelcome as you knew it was, you couldn't deny the delight that pulsed throughout your body as he had touched and licked your skin; you'd never been touched that way before. “--d-doing inappropriate thingies...”
Your few friends turned their heads to look at each other, then shrugging their shoulders, let out a sigh. It was as if they saw you as a girl in denial about her true feelings! Then, much to your dismay, their eyes focused and with determined expressions on their faces, stated, “We w-will support your relationship in every way that we possibly can!!!”
In exasperation, you pleaded with them, “No, just help me keep him AWAY from me! I—MMMPPHH!!” Much to your alarm, your head had swiftly been turned and pressed into silence by a soft, moist pair of lips eager to play with yours. Though you let out a strangled yelp and struggled against him, he easily overpowered you and proceeded to do as pleased, which mainly consisted of a combination of french kissing and nibbling along your mouth, whispering sweet words of promise that drowned out any resistance of yours that tried to leave your lips.
Once you finally managed to push him off, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, watching him closely with guarded eyes. In the meantime, you could hear your friends giggling almost nervously from the side, one of them even whispering how you both “look so cute~” leaving you humiliated, not to mention awkward, to say the least. You shot the three of them a dirty look, and quietly mouthed: 'I am going to kill you!' Your friends only grinned and proceeded like nothing was out of the ordinary, though it was clear to you that everything was.
* * * * * Later that Day * * * * *
“Okay, now please will you all tell me just what got into you girls earlier??? I am NOT into Lutz like that, he is trying to force me into a relationship with him by saying and doing petty things! Why won't you believe me??”
Your friends looked guilty as they bit their lower lips, and looking at each other uncertainly, one of them whispered, “L-Look, we know he may not be...perfect, persay, but...um...we...”
Your third friend blurted out her thoughts, “Regardless of personality HOW can you be saying no to that plump, sexy German ass?!? Besides, he said--!”
“SHHH!!! (Friend's name), shut up!!” The other two had clamped their hands over the third friend's mouth, and then looked over at you ashamedly.
Dumbfounded, you questioned them after taking a moment to let what she said fully sink in, “Leeeeet me get this straight. If Lutz was pulling all these moves on you, you would jump at the chance to be with him? Regardless of what he may do in the meantime? What if he raped you?? What if he rapes ME?! And what did he say to you? You mean you guys TALKED to the perverted loon??”
Your friends stood there, too surprised by your reaction to speak at first, and obviously uncomfortable. Until finally, the taller one of your friends spoke up for the group, “L-Listen, _______________...we don't know what's going to happen, but we can't talk about it right now. We promised we wouldn't, a-and...” You realized that they all seemed to be hiding something as your friend let her sentence trail off, suddenly readjusting the backpack on her shoulder and announced, “You've always been our greatest friend, and we will always be your friend. Promise!”
Suddenly confused, you gave them a frustrated, quizzical look. “What are you talking about...? I mean, look, I'm going to set things straight with him tonight, okay? After school. My parents insisted that he give me a ride to and from school abruptly last night, even after I told them how uncomfortable I was and hated that I had to be around him. They just suggested I give him a chance, and he's probably not so bad once I get to know him...” Then hesitating, you whispered to them, “But...something I didn't understand...they were more distant last night than usual...my own mother even came into my room and stroked my hair until I fell asleep. Something she hasn't done since I was a little girl... Even though I reassured her I was fine, she insisted she needed to and was sorry for not being a better parent to me. Yet that she believes Lutz would be really good for me in the long run...”
You scarcely believed it when you watched your friends' expressions' turn from normal to almost solemn. They seemed to be looking down at the floor now, and when the final bell rang, they hurriedly hugged you close, and simply whispered, “We love you, _______________...good luck with Lutz tonight...”
Chuckling softly, you hugged them back and reassured them as best as you could. “Listen, I'll be just fine! If he doesn't understand then I'll MAKE him understand! It won't be so bad. Trust me! I can take care of myself!” They clung to you then, much to your surprise, and after hugging them a bit longer, you pushed them off and laughed heartily. “Well, I best be going girls. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Bye for now!”
And with that, you ran off to meet your new ride after school, since Lutz had claimed he had something of great important to attend to shortly before the final bell rang for school, then magically disappeared. Strange...but that didn't matter. Not that you minded, since it would be easier to lay it on him when he wasn't in front of you. Because after today, you were determined to get him off your back for good.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
...However, things never go as planned, do they?
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End of Part I.