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You make your way through the dimly lit corridor until you find Heisenberg hunched over at his workbench. You regard his tired features as he tinkers with one of his new attachments, cursing up a storm between angry puffs of smoke. It breaks your heart seeing him overwork himself, especially these last few weeks since Mother Miranda announced she had a lead on the Winters. Aside from his hatred for Miranda, you know that his determination to protect you was also driving him. Heisenberg knows that you are just as expendable as the rest of the villagers. In the eyes of the Lords and Mother Miranda, you were just another source of entertainment for him; a toy that he could use and toss out when it pleased him. But you know the truth: …he cared for you. He made that clear when he spared you from getting implanted with a Cadou. He certainly made it clear whenever he breathed praises in your ear as he fucked you from behind.
Your cunt clenches at the recollection of him filling you up so tightly. Jesus Christ, you were down bad for this man.
The sound of sizzling pulls you from your thoughts as a circuit fries in the Soldat’s arm piece. “GOD, DAMMIT ALL,” Heisenberg roars, throwing the metal appendage through the air like a rag doll.
You manage to dodge it in time before it hits the wall with an ear-shattering clank. As you lift your head, you are met with the sight of Heisenberg fuming, his chest heaving with anger.
“What the fuck are you doing here,” he grits as he glares at you. “I’ve told you never to come here while I work! I nearly took your fucking head off, dipshit!”
He’s trying to redirect his frustration onto you but you know not to take his bait. “I wanted to make sure you were alright,” you say calmly. “You haven’t come to bed the last couple of nights.”
Heisenberg scoffs at this, plopping back down on his seat. “Well, as you can see, I’m doing just dandy. So, if you don’t mind, princess, I got shit to do.” The attachment whizzes back to the work bench, however, before he can resume, you wrap your arms around him from behind. He tenses a bit at your touch but his shoulders slack as you press a kiss to his cheek.
“Karl... I know you’ve been working hard but please don’t push me away.” You squeeze him tighter. “Whatever the future holds, I want us to make the most of the time we have together.”
He lets out a heavy sigh. “There won’t be a future if I can’t make this army invincible.” Suddenly, he leans forward to escape your embrace.
You’ve learned that Heisenberg is quick to put his walls up, so you decide to tear them down before he gets the chance to completely shut you out. You grip the meat of his shoulders and lean in to whisper, “Well, your army is going to have to wait because it is way past your bedtime, young man.”
You catch the way his breath hitches and his blue eyes widen at your tone. Still, he petulantly grumbles, “Tough shit.”
You tut, “Awe, you’re so fussy today…” Your lips graze the shell of his ear. “You know how it makes mommy feel when you misbehave, right?”
Heisenberg’s eyelids droop as he swallows. “Yes… I know.”
You smirk, kissing his earlobe. “Good. Now, this is what we’re going to do: we’re going to get you out of these filthy clothes and get you a nice bath.” He’s about to protest but you cut him off. “And if you’re a good boy, I might just give you a treat before bed. Okay?”
He nods, his forehead nuzzling against yours.
“Alright then.” You grab his hand to lead him to the bathroom. “Let's get you clean, baby.”
As you fill the aluminum tub with warm water, Heisenberg toes off his boots and tugs off his tank top. You admire his toned chest decorated with scars, his skin shiny with sweat and smudges of motor oil. He’s about to unbuckle his belt but you grab him by the wrist. “Ah, ah, ah. That’s mommy’s favorite part.”
His pupils dilate at this and he shyly moves his hands away to let you work it off. Your fingers thread through his belt loops, your eyes meeting his before you place soft kisses to his sternum. You undo his belt and fly, and slowly drop to your knees, dragging his trousers down to pool at his ankles. You are met with the sight of his half-erect cock and while you want nothing more than to take him into your mouth, you simply press your cheek to his upper thigh. Your nose traces over the muscles of his quads and you inhale his musk while you pepper him with kisses. You look up to see Karl’s face of complete bliss, giving him a final peck to his hip before standing up again. You give his ass a playful spank and instruct, “Now get that cute butt of yours into the tub.”
A soft smile tugs at his lips as he obeys and hoists his body into the metal basin. You grab a stool, situating it so you’re facing his head. Your hands scoop up some water and you let it pour over his silver locks. Once it is wet enough, you squeeze a bit of shampoo into your palm before lathering it into his hair. Heisenberg relaxes against the edge of the tub, his arms pliantly hanging off as you continue to massage your fingers through his scalp. “How are you feeling, baby?”
“M’ good,” he murmurs drowsily, his eyes now closed.
You tilt his head back to peck his forehead. “That’s good. You deserve to feel so good, my sweet boy.”
He shivers at your words and you smile a bit smugly as you reach for the bar of soap, gliding it over his dampened skin. You start with his arms then make your way down to his chest, and Heisenberg hisses through his teeth when you roll one of his nipples between your fingers. Water splashes out of the tub as he writhes in pleasure under your continuous touch.
“Careful, baby. Try not to make a mess for mommy,” you tease.
“S-sorry,” he huffs, trying to still his movements.
You notice the way his cock is swelling, the flushed head breaching the surface of the sudsy water. So, you stop your assault on his nipples— much to his disappointment— and focus on actually bathing him. When you finish up, his breathing has steadied but his erection is still pitifully neglected. He bites back a moan when your fingertips barely graze along his shaft. “My poor thing,” you coo. “I’ve got you all riled up, huh?” Heisenberg nods desperately, thinking you’ll finally get him off. However, you pull your hand away to grab a nearby towel and he groans in annoyance. “Uh-uh, none of that whining. Good boys don’t whine, do they, Karl?” you ask as you grab his chin, demanding his attention.
Heisenberg relents, “No, they don’t... I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be good for you.”
Satisfied by his answer, you allow him to get out of the tub and begin to dry him off. You step back so you can inspect his clean physique and you grin proudly at him. “You look even more handsome now that you’re not covered in a layer of grime,” you compliment as you push back a few strands of damp hair.
He stares down at you with a meek expression before saying, “Thanks for the bath… mommy.”
There it is; the final brick that brings the rest of his defense crumbling down like a sandcastle. It always takes a while but once Heisenberg submits fully, you have carte blanche to bend his will as you see fit.
You bring him in for a hug and he melts into it. “I’m glad you liked it, sweetheart. Since you’ve been such a good boy,” your palm gropes his straining cock as you purr, “I think it’s time that we get you your treat.”
The two of you head to the bedroom and you guide him to sit on the edge of the bed. He stares at you in anticipation as you start unbuttoning the shirt you borrowed from him. You let the fabric slink off your shoulders just enough to expose your breasts to him.
Heisenberg licks his lips as you climb onto his lap. He gently grabs your waist and begs, “Please. Please, can I suck on your pretty tits?”
You gently cup his face. “Of course you can, baby.”
His hands slide up to squeeze your tits before he leans down to latch onto your nipple. “Mmmm,” he groans, the vibration traveling straight to your pussy.
You place a hand on the back of Heisenberg’s head, softly encouraging him to suckle at your sensitive skin. “O-oh... That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re making mommy’s cunt ache so much already.” You emphasize this by grinding down on him, the soaked fabric of your panties smearing along his thigh. “You know exactly what to do to make me feel good— Ah!” Heisenberg impishly bites your nipple before soothing the sting with a kiss. He then switches over to give your other breast some attention. All the while you’re humping his leg with reckless abandonment.
You feel the tension in your pelvic muscles tighten and you chase the feeling, clutching Heisenberg closer to your chest the moment you come. When you finish riding out your orgasm, you realize that you’re practically smothering the lord of metal and you loosen your hold on him. Although, you have to gently push on his shoulders to get him to pop off your red, puffy tits. You’re sure if it was up to him, he would never leave the safety of your bosom.
Heisenberg stares back at you with glazed eyes, his breath as heavy as yours despite him still being rock hard. “Did I do a good job, mommy?”
Your lips capture his. “Hmm, yes, you did, my sweet boy.”
“Does that mean…it’s my turn to come?”
You run your fingers through his beard. “Not yet, sweetie. You have to wait a little bit longer for that.” His eyebrows shoot up in dismay but you quickly soothe him. “Because I’m having too much fun with that gorgeous mouth of yours.” Your thumb traces over his bottom lip and the faint scar on it. "What do you say, baby? Don’t you want to eat mommy out first?” Your hand wanders down to rub your clit through your panties.
His Adam's apple bobs as he gulps down his drool. “Fuck, yes. I really do,” he moans.
“Then lie down and make yourself comfy.” You dismount him and he scoots backward to rest against the pillows. Once his attention is back on you, you let your shirt fall to the floor before discarding your underwear as well. You don’t break eye contact as you crawl over to him; his eyes now onyx stones. You straddle your knees around his head until your dripping pussy is on full display for him. Your fingers reach down to caress your swollen folds. “Do you see how worked up mommy is thanks to you?”
“Mhm, your cunt looks delicious, mommy,” he hums breathlessly.
“It’s all for you, baby, and you can have as much as you want.” You lower yourself until you feel his nose nudge your clit and feel the first lap along your slit. You moan as he licks lazy shapes over your labia and clitoris. “Nngh, just like that, sweetie.” Your legs tremble as he starts sucking messily at your entrance and his hands clamp down on your thighs to keep you steady.
“You’re so yummy,” Heisenberg grunts between slurps.
You bury your fingers in his hair keeping him exactly where you want him. As you bounce up and down, fucking yourself on his tongue, his beard scratches your inner thighs on every downstroke. “Yes, yes, yes! Fill up on mommy’s pussy. You’re being such a good boy. You—” Through your daze of pleasure you realize that one of his hands is missing, and when you turn your head, you notice Heisenberg stroking his cock.
Well, that just won’t do.
You lift yourself off his face to sit on his chest. “What do you think you’re doing you greedy brat?” you scold as you grab his offending hand.
An expression of guilt crosses Heisenberg’s face as if he got caught stealing from a cookie jar. “I couldn’t help it, mommy. I’m just so fucking horny. Please…don’t be mad at me.”
There’s a genuine vulnerability in his voice; a deep-seated fear that he’s disappointed you. Karl’s heart had become hardened by years of Miranda's cruelty but there are still remnants of that broken boy that was taken from his old life. A boy that needed comfort and reassurance... You cradle his face, glossy with your slick, and whisper, “It’s okay, Karl…” He lets out a soft sigh of relief as you kiss his lips. “I haven’t been very fair, have I? You’ve taken such good care of me tonight, and you deserve to have the favor returned. So, yes, mommy’s going to make you come.”
“Thank you,” he says breathlessly, his eyes slightly watery.
You reach over to the nightstand and pull out a bottle of lube. You reorient yourself so that you can access his dick while still hovering your cunt over his face. “I still expect you to finish me off though. I’m not going to let you off the hook that easily.”
“No complaints here,” he chuckles as he slowly kisses along your ass cheeks.
You try not to get too distracted and squirt a generous amount of lube on your palm before grabbing his throbbing cock. You set a leisurely pace as you jack him off but it is still enough to make Heisenberg swear under his breath. Your motions falter, however, when you feel the slickness of his tongue swiping over your taint and up to your asshole. “Oh, fuck,” you heave. “You’re really going to make my job more difficult, huh?”
He answers by pushing his tongue past your rim, making you squeal. Alright. Two can play at that game, you think. Your hand travels down his shaft to fondle his balls, heavy with arousal. You then press your oily fingers into his perineum and circle them around his fluttering hole. While this earns a few quiet groans from him, it doesn’t deter him from enthusiastically eating out your ass. Yet, you get a more satisfying response when you slide your middle finger inside of him.
“Fucking hell!”
Heisenberg desperately bucks into your hand trying to get more stimulation, so you take pity on him and add another finger. You feel his hot breath puffing over your ass, his mind completely fucked out as you continue to finger him. Although, he really loses it when you find his prostate and he jolts like he has been struck by lightning.
“Ugh, fuck, mommy! Right there,” he begs, his cock dribbling precome.
“Oh, that’s a mess I’d be happy to clean.” You lean forward, steadying his prick to lick a stripe along a vein. “Mmm, tasty…” You give the tip a kiss before sucking the head into your mouth.
As you swallow him down, Heisenberg is reduced to a series of wheezy breaths and curses. However, you ease off of his cock, drool trickling down your chin. “Aren’t you forgetting something, baby,” you remind with a shake of your ass.
Heisenberg’s hands spread you open before he dives back in, alternating licks between your asshole and pussy.
“Shit,” you huff, realizing that giving him a blow job is going to be harder than you anticipated. Still, you deepthroat his cock again because you’ll be damned if you weren’t going to make him come first. Along with the sounds of both your pants and sloppy noises, you hear the clinking of metal rattling around the room; a good indication that Heisenberg was close to doing just that. Your fingers quicken the pace of their thrusts and you feel him clamp down on them as he comes down your throat with a garbled cry. You follow soon after him as his mouth latches on to your clit, sucking it like his life depended on it.
After you catch your breath, you pull off of him and rest your head on the crook of his hip. “Fuck, that was amazing…”
“Back at ya,” he says with a tired sniff.
You manage to lift your drowsy body and flip over to sprawl over Heisenberg’s chest. He wraps his arms around you, lazily scratching the back of your head.
“Well, your plan to get me to rest certainly panned out. Can’t fucking feel my legs now, thanks to you.”
“Then I did my job right. You’re welcome,” you giggle as you cuddle into his neck.
He goes silent for a moment before sighing, “I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier. That was a dick move on my part… I just… I want my plan to be fool-proof. I don’t want our future to hinge on uncertainties.”
Our future. It’s the first time he’s let himself say those words. You hold him tighter and reassure, “You shouldn’t have to take that burden alone. I’m here for you, no matter what is in store for us.”
“I know,” he mutters, kissing the top of your head.
“For tonight, just worry about getting some sleep.”
Heisenberg nods his head, letting out a yawn. However, before he drifts off to sleep, he faintly whispers, “I love you.”
And that’s all you need to hear to rest easy, at least for one more night…