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[softiebill]

“Office Issues” || Merkel

Word Count: 2.768

Warnings: smut; swearing; first smut written so please be kind; rough sex; german sex king; most probably grammar and spelling mistakes

“Why? Why do you keep doing this stuff? You told me you were going to quit it!” he yelled at you once again.

“I did, Merkel!” you answered him in the same tone, but the huge bag of obviously stolen diamonds laying next to the couch spoke quite differently.

“Then, what’s this?” he gestured the huge bag.

Merkel and you had gotten together in very unfortunate ways. Since your place in Berlin had been going more downhill than ever the only way out you found was to do some “favours” that required your intelligence and agility: planning bank robberies, tricking people, pick-pocketing, anything that could get you a bunch of cash to pass the day. You were nearly unrecognisable considering that you erased yourself from any system you got your hands in, but for the German spy you were an easy target.

His first idea was to catch you and then send you to justice, just like he had been ordered to do along with a bunch of other missions; but his feelings may have gotten in the way somehow. You both clicked immediately and felt unable to separate of each other. And you had to admit it, sex was amazing. You didn’t know what this guy had, but it surely hit on the right spot every single time.

He helped you get out of the streets, got you a fake ID and everything, but that work was easy as you had hidden yourself and your tracks so well none of your crimes pointed at you anyhow. So he made you promise you would never turn to the streets again, for if you did you would put him and his position in danger, and he would have to be forced to send you to “the bad guys”, as you loved to call them. So, when he got home to a bag full of stolen diamonds and jewellery sitting right next to him a discussion set off between the both of you and you wanted anything but it to stop.

“It’s‒it’s a friend’s,” you quietly answered him, crossing your arms over your chest and shrugging your shoulders lightly “he came by asking me for a favour and I tried to explain him I wasn’t into that anymore but he only asked me if he could hide this here because police are on his neck right now and he doesn’t want to fuck this up…”

You waited for Merkel to say something, anything, a comment, a word that could tell you if he believed you or not. But when he sighed angrily and started rubbing his hands over her face you felt you had to continue until the end.

“But he told me he was going to fetch it later when… when the waters run slower, you know? I’m sorry, baby, I had to help me, he had my back so many times and I-”

“I don’t care!” he interrupted you, making you jump a little “Do you know in which position you’re putting me into? My place in Intelligence? My fucking job!? I risked so much by helping you out, (Y/N), and you PROMISED me you would stay out of everything!” he was fuming now, walking from side to side, throwing his hands in the air and his hair was all ruffled and messy.

Tension filled the air and by instinct, you felt unable to handle the situation nicely. You took a deep breath and relaxed your shoulders, there was nothing nice to say anymore.

“I’m sorry, okay? I fucked up, I get that,” you started walking towards him, rage controlling you “but can you PLEASE stop thinking only about you for one damn second!? I left them all alone, I was their brain out there, I helped them, and I know it’s illegal, I fucking know that but would your ego get SO damaged if you put yourself in my shoes for just two seconds?!”

You hadn’t realised how close to him you were until you felt his breath hit your nose. His eyes were full with anger and a touch of lust that made him look just one bit more attractive to you. His hands were closed in a fist and his chest was moving repeatedly up and down.

“It hurts, right?” you continued “Look, there are many things you may have changed about me for the better, but believe or not, I was born in the streets, I was raised in the streets and I am from the streets. And I don’t know whether they taught you this in spy school or not, but from where I come from, if a friend is in trouble, you help him no matter what. And you’ve been undercover long enough to know that.”

A tense silence filled the room, both of you staring right into each other, nothing but anger from both of you. You felt this wasn’t the only thing bothering him, a damn bag was nothing compared of all the stuff you were asked to hide back then, but he had hit home with his comments and you had to stand up for your friends and yourself.

After a long minute of only breathing sounds filling the air you saw Merkel clench his jaw and lift one finger in front of your face.

“If I get one single call about this you bet your pretty fucking ass I’m going to turn you in, okay?”

You put your chest up in defiant and crossed your arms once again. You knew very well he had no proofs to do so, he had given you a whole different name and you were nearly no one in Germany, but telling him would awake a beast you weren’t strong enough to fight with.

Merkel just sighed and threw his hands in the air one more time walking away from you and in circles through the living room. His hands landed on his hair and then slid down to his face. He was stressed about something else. His attitude screamed so. And after letting a huge grunt leave his mouth, his hands still covering his face, he threw himself in the sofa and combed his hair with his fingers, throwing his head back.

Suddenly, you felt sorry for him. Obviously there was something else tensing him so much that the least thing triggered this fury and anger in him. You couldn’t help but feel guilty at how you had yelled at him before, so you slowly approached to him and kneeled next to him in the couch to see he had his eyes closed.

“Hard day at work?” you quietly asked him, running his fingers through his hair.

“The… The fucking cops keep breaking in the bar with no warning and if they keep on doing it my position will be compromised and-” he started answering you almost in a whisper, but you knew precisely how to end that sentence.

“And people will stop going and your hard work will be thrown in the trash,” you finished him, running your hand through his cheek and moving down to his neck and chest “I’m sorry, baby. Maybe I can try finding someone close to them so I can be told beforehand when they’ll be breaking in; maybe that can divert them from suspecting…”

“No, pet,” he answered, him calling you like that hitting below “I don’t want you to get involved in this. I will contact my superior later and threaten him somehow, I will find a way”

“But it’s stressing you out…” you pouted at him and played with the hem of his shirt. Now that the argument had died out you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was looking, and it was starting to trouble you down there, and considering how tense he was you knew there was something that would help release all that tension. And you were 100% in for it.

“Well, then, I can help you in other way if you want” you cooed in his ear.

He immediately looked at you and you saw the lust in his eyes grow bigger. He had gotten the sign. “You do, pet?” he tilted his head innocently and shuffled in his place sitting straighter. You nodded and he added: “Okay then, tell me how you can help”

“Mm,” you threw one leg over his lap, straddling him, and put your hands on his shoulders, massaging them lightly “this is just an idea that crossed my mind…”

He put his hands on your waist and squeezed them a little, begging you to continue. You fixed your eyes on his neck and drew closer to him, slightly pressing your mouth to his ear.

“You are so tense right now, my love,” you whispered, making him gulp just a little “why don’t you release it?”

You felt him grow under you and a smile escaped from your lips.

“I don’t know,” he cooed in response, a smug smile on his face “I don’t want to hurt you, doll”

You pressed yourself closer to his crotch, earning a groan from the German. You threw your hair all to one side and inched closer to his face. You let your eyes fall to his lips and placed your hands on his neck.

“You know very well I can handle it rough, my dear…”

That must have hit him hard as he wasted no time in pressing his lips on yours, hungrily kissing you. His hands moved to your bottom back and pressed you against him, leaving no space between the two of you. His lips made wonders with yours, and he slipped his tongue in yours, deepening the kiss.

You moved your hands from his chest to his hair, running your hands through the top no-shaved part. Suddenly, he broke the kiss only to move his mouth down to your neck, pressing his hot tongue on the side and sucking on your skin, leaving you red marks all over it. You tried to suppress a moan, but felt unable to do so as he paid extra attention to the sweet spot close to your collarbone, making you moan once again.

He groaned once again, the pressure in his pants becoming now unbearable to contain.

“Please, let’s go to bed” you whispered with the little breath you had left.

He finally let go of your neck and the moment you stood up you realised how wet you already were for him. Fuck him and his pretty mouth, you thought making your way to the bedroom.

No sooner you had entered the room than he grabbed you by the waist and threw you against the closest wall, leaning down again to kiss you. He immediately moved one hand up your head, grabbing your hair and forcing your face up.

“You’re too fucking short, jump” he ordered you squeezing your ass with the other hand.

You did as he told you and wrapped your legs around his waist. He pressed you harder against the wall keeping you balanced and placed one hand on your boob and squeezed it lightly. You moaned into the kiss and he bit your lip just to let it go slowly.

He let go of your hair to place his large hand under your ass, securing you as he walked over the bed, making sure not to break the kiss. When his legs touched the bottom of the bed he slowly put you down, breaking the kiss. He started to work his belt off, and when you saw him struggle you kneeled in front of him, helping him get rid of his pants until he was fully naked in front of you. His dick was already hard and ready. You instantly grabbed it and stroked it up and down, and just when you were going to put it in your mouth he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. He looked desperate and aroused. He pushed you back on the bed and climbed with you.

“I have no time for this, sweet girl, I need you now” he said in a raspy voice, helping you strip out of your clothes. As soon as you were fully naked he took his time to admire the view, looking at you up and down your beautiful panting body. He extended his hand and caressed your thigh just one time before he leaned down to kiss you sweetly in the mouth. He placed one hand next to you, keeping him in place and placed the other on the side of your thigh.

At this point you wanted nothing but him inside you, so you slide one hand down between your bodies and grabbed his member, guiding it to where you wanted him the most. He wasted no time and finally entered you, making you moan in pleasure and throw your head back.

“Fuck, baby, you were already so wet for me” he whispered as he started to slowly thrust in you. He let his head fall on your neck while he kept on moving in and out, his pace quickening with each move. He nibbled your skin and you placed a hand on the back of his neck and the other one on his bicep squeezing it.

Suddenly he put both of his hands next to your head and lifted himself up, thrusting you now harder and harder. You could feel all the tension leaving his body, his muscles clenching and him hitting your spot every single thrust. You didn’t know what this boy had, but he surely had it.

“Fuck” you almost whispered between all your panting and moaning, running you hands through his back feeling your nails leave marks on him.

“Shit, doll, you feel so fucking good” he whispered back, grabbing one of your legs and placing it over his shoulder, his movements never stopping.

Seconds later, you felt him stop and slip out of you, making you groan in discomfort.

“Turn around” he ordered you. You obeyed as he grabbed your waist, lifting it up a bit to place a pillow down there. Then he leaned down, giving your ass one bite and a firm squeeze, making you moan again, and then he proceeded to place a trail of kisses from the bottom of your back, up the spine and then your mouth. He kept making out with you and entered you again to continue where you both had left on.

This time he was thrusting harder and harder, making you almost scream. You could feel the heat growing down there, signalling you were close.

“Fuck, I’m- I’m so close” you whimpered as your boyfriends kept thrusting in and out mercilessly.

“Hold on, sugar, I’m almost there” he answered you as his thrusts became sloppier.

It took him three last thrust before you felt him cum inside you, a loud moan escaping from his lips. You couldn’t contain it anymore and immediately, screaming loudly his name, you came with him, both of you a moaning mess.

You were still shaking and moaning when he started to place sweet wet kisses on your back, waiting for you to ride your orgasm out. When you were done, he slowly slipped out of you and threw himself next to you. You were both panting and out of breath.

Minutes later you felt him stand up and watched him walk inside the bathroom, probably to wash himself. He came out with a warm towel, which he used to clean you up. You smiled at the sweet gestured and when he was done, he threw the towel on the floor and threw himself next to you again. You ran your fingers through his hair and leaned closer to place small kissed on his neck and chest.

“Better now?” you asked him, inching closer to place a kiss on his plump lips.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer to him “you were amazing”

“Likewise,” you laughed in response as he started placing kisses all over your face.

His kissed then trailed down to your neck, pecking the bruises he had left you earlier.

“When did you say your friend’s coming to pick the bag up?” he groaned in your neck, feeling where this was going.

“I didn’t say, he told me around midnight” you answered him, placing a hand on the side of his face keeping him in that place.

“Wonderful,” he whispered looking back at you with a smug smile on his face and dreamy eyes “that gives us plenty of time for round two”

[softiebill]

Is that an original poem in your Henry fix?? I really loved it!

Aww thank you so much!! Yes, it is an original ☺️💖

[softiebill]

that latest fic.. so cute,, loved it omg

Thank you so much!!! Oh my god this made my night :)

[softiebill]

“and flowers will grow and love will come to you” || Henry Pearl

Word Count: 1.837

Warnings: extremely soft; slight reference to sex; most probably grammar and spelling mistakes

“so let the air fill your lungs,

and let the breeze keep you calm,

embrace the feeling that keeps you warm,

look at the eyes that you love,

watch them glow,

open your world, welcome it whole,”  you recited from your notebook, a pencil in your hand and your head held with the help of the other one. You had your body laying on your stomach in the un-did small bed you had spent countless of days laying, and would spent countless of days more. You huffed in frustration trying to find the words to finish the piece you’d been working on for days now. “and then I get stuck and I have no idea of how to finish it”

You lifted your head to meet eyes with his back. You took advantage of the silence to admire him for a moment. He had the same over used red cloth hanging over his left shoulder and his right one showed just a glimpse of the scar that ran from his chest to the side of his neck. You got distracted by the slow, but mesmerizing, moves his back made as he was moving the brush on his right hand carefully through the painting on his bedroom wall. You remembered how many poems you had written just by watching him work in his art. “He sees art in everything, but fails to find it in himself; he watches all he has done, I do nothing but fall in love; he thinks I’m talking about the paintings, but in reality I have fallen for the artist” You sang in your head, failing to hide the smile growing in your face.

Finally, you saw him turn around, facing you with those beautiful green eyes. His hair was slightly shuffled and hung in the sides of his face in the most adorable and cutest way. He fixed his eyes on you and gave you a small sweet smile before proceeding to wipe his hands with his red cloth.

“I really can’t help you, my mind’s emptier than yours” he said placing his eyes on his hands.

“You told me you were going to help me, Henry!” you cried as you placed your notebook and pencil aside and lifted your body so that now you were on your knees.

“I know what I said but haven’t you ever listened to something so beautiful that left you so speechless to the point where you can’t literally think of anything?” he said, slowly walking up to you and placing a hand in the back of your neck and starting to caress you carefully.

“But you are always quoting huge writers and beautiful books,” you answered him, tilting your head up so you could watch him in the eyes “how come you can’t help me with this?”

You pouted and fixed your eyes to him, watching his reaction. You saw his eyes soften and a smile appear on his face and, next thing you knew his lips were on yours and his hand was grabbing just a little bit tighter on your head to bring you closer to him. He gently kissed you as you carefully placed both of your hands on his face, being a little bit extra careful with his wound on the side of his neck. Since Henry had first kissed you (or kissed anyone at all), he had had a hard time containing himself of not kissing you all the time. He loved the feeling, the rush in his body every time you both locked lips and, last but not less important, he loved everything about you. From kisses to cuddles, from your way of speaking to the way you thought and from head to toe, there was not a single part of your body he didn’t want to love.

You laughed in the kiss and forced yourself to break it, not wanting to ruin the mood. You tilted your head down, the smile not leaving your face, and Henry instantly placed a kiss on your forehead, seeing that he had the possibility to do so.

“C’mon” he whispered, putting his free hand on your waist. He climbed up the bed and took you with him, and when he reached the top he laid there and placed you next to him, wrapping one hand around your back and held tightly on your hand with the other one. You placed your head on his chest and let your eyes fall shut, enjoying the moment.

That was another thing Henry loved to do with you, cuddling. He never mentioned it, it was more like a mental list you had been doing of things that he loved to do with you. First, kissing; second, cuddling; third, nothing. Sometimes he’d just love the company, knowing that if he turned around there would be someone in the room he could talk to. Someone he appreciated with every part of his body, someone he could tell anything to, someone he trusted. Someone who never judged him for his disease.

“Do you think we will ever leave this place?” he said, getting your attention immediately.

“Of course we will,” you answered, looking at him “we made a promise, remember? We’ll get a small house by the beach, we will swim at nights…”

You intertwined your fingers with his and kept your eyes on his, watching his eyes shine with the thought of the ocean.

“I can get a job in a small library in town…” you kept going, your smiles growing wider and wider with each word “and we can have a dog, just like Benny so we wouldn’t miss him so much…”

“I can paint the house” Henry giggled and closed his hand on yours, bringing it closer to his face and giving it the sweetest kiss. You nodded and continued to hum beautiful scenarios you and him had been planning for weeks now.

“We can go on long walks by the ocean… We can go to the fair…”

“This time I will give you that teddy bear you want, I swear,” he interrupted you. He was running his fingers through your spine and he had let go of your hand to focus on your collarbone and neck, caressing them slowly and softly, almost painfully. He looked like he didn’t know how teasingly that thing was for you, but after so many days with him you were sure that he could feel your heart racing faster every time he did that. In spite of that, he continued to trace his fingers through your collarbones, sometimes stopping for a second to play with the hem of your (or more specifically, his) shirt, toying with the first buttoned button “we can… make love”

You chuckled and moved yourself closer to him. He had been giving you hints on and off for the past weeks and you’d been rejecting him, or even ignoring his intentions all the time. You wanted to, you really wanted to and he knew that, but you wanted to make sure his first time was special, and today you didn’t consider such a special day to grant him that.

“You know we don’t have to wait that much for that…” you hummed and saw his eyes glance at your chest, his hands now moving lower than your collarbone. You instantly grabbed his wrist and slowly moved it away, not wanting to get his hopes higher “But, even though I want this as much as you do, having your not-so-fond-of-me mother just outside your room isn’t the kind of special I want for you, love”

Henry huffed and tilted his head back to hit a pillow, his innocent eyes now looking at you pleadingly and his lips formed an irresistible pout you just couldn’t miss. You leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips and Henry, not wanting to let go, wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you with your lips connected. You smiled into the kiss and cupped the side of his face, deepening the kiss knowing how much he loved it.

You kept making out until a loud knock on the door interrupted the moment. You broke the kiss first, earning nothing but a groan from Henry. He leaned up so he was sitting in the bed now, and you did the same, moving so that you were now facing him with your back rested on the bottom of his bed. You grinned at him and grabbed your notebook back, pretending to write something as the door slowly opened.

“Sweetie,” you heard Tallulah’s voice echo the room.

“Yeah,” Henry spat, anxious for his mom to leave.

“I’m just letting you know Patrick’s here and I- I wanted to see how you were doing” you could feel her eyes on you, so you fixed your eyes to the right to meet eyes with Tallulah’s almost killing ones. You could have sworn she was cursing you, but Henry had told you she had already tried and failed. You gave her the warmest smile you could and gave her a light “Hi” which she ignored completely.

“We’ve been doing great, mom, thanks” Henry answered her and, after a short silence between the three involved, you heard the door slam shut and another silence filled the room.

You lifted your head to find a very soft boy, with lips slightly pumped from the kissing, cheeks flushed and eyes as sweet as they can be. He was giving you the warmest smile and his eyes were glued on you, and he was looking at you as if you were the most beautiful piece of art he had ever seen. Which, for him, you were.

You felt your cheeks burn and a smile escape from your lips, wondering what could he had been thinking about. Suddenly, he cut the silence.

“and flowers will grow, and love will come to you”

“What?” you asked confused.

He quickly leaned closer to you, kneeling in front of you and kissed you again. But this time he was the first one to break it seconds later. He kneeled in front of you and placed his hand on the side of your face and kissed your temple, then your cheek and then your lips one more time. He moved with such a slow pace that it made your stomach tingle with love, every single move he did so meaningful and caring you didn’t want it to stop.

Suddenly, he leaned back and looked down at your hands, still holding your notebook and pencil.

“That’s how you can finish your poem,” he answered you finally.

“let the air fill your lungs,

and let the breeze keep you calm,

embrace the feeling that keeps you warm,

look at the eyes that you love,

watch them glow,

open your world, welcome it whole,

and flowers will grow, and love will come to you” he completed it, looking at you deeply in the eyes, not even reading the poem written on your book, reciting it to you. Only you.