#major franz sauer

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First look at August Diehl as Franz Sauer in Munich - The Edge of War.

(I'm waiting to find a HD version of the movie cause I can't take screenshots with Netflix 😒)

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Obey Me.

Major Franz Sauer (Munich: The Edge of War) x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, mirror sex, rough sex, spitting, swearing, light spanking

Context: Franz has to blow off some steam following the events of the movie.

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"Sturmbannführer? Can I help you?" I ask in surprise as the major suddenly kicks the door open, an expression like thunder on his face.

His eyes snap to mine, steel depths clouded with fury, his face twisted into a grimace of frustration. He doesn't reply immediately, striding into the room instead until he's standing beside my desk, glaring down at me.

"You're going to come with me. Now." Franz commands, voice laced with authority, leaving no room for argument as he places a hand on my arm, his grip loose for now but with the threat of becoming tight soon enough if I don't obey. His manner drives a flash of fear through me, though it mingles very quickly with arousal as I realise how blown his pupils are.

"O-ok, Sir." I reply, unable to keep the shaky edge from my voice. 

Without another word, he jerks me up from the desk, leaving my typewriter behind as he pulls me from the room, holding me close against his side. He moves the hand on my arm to the small of my back to erase any suspicion, keeping the possessive implication there instead, steering me past other military officials. No one questions us as he leads me through the hotel and up towards the spare rooms at the back of the building, where no one will catch us. Anticipation rises in me, my heart pounding in my chest as Franz guides me closer to our destination, his breathing getting heavier, his hand more insistent on me.

Finally, we reach the room he has in mind, the major unlocking it before pushing me inside, slamming the door behind us. 

Instantly, he pins me to the wall, lips crushing against mine as he presses his whole body against me. Moaning in surprise, I kiss back, trying to run my hands through his hair before I suddenly find them locked above my head with one of his keeping them there. The other reaches down to squeeze my ass warningly, the major pulling away to glare at me.

"You're going to do exactly as I say. You're going to let me fuck you in any position I want, and you're not going to disobey me." He practically snarls at me, lifting the hand on my ass to my throat when I fail to reply immediately, "Do you understand, slut?"

Hastily, I nod, gasping as his grip tightens around my throat.

"When I ask you something, you will reply." He glares at me, his hand holding my wrists also tightening now.

"Y-yes, Sir, sorry sir." I pant back, whimpering as he squeezes my neck one last time before letting go and leaning back in, kissing me frantically again. 

His tongue is in my mouth instantly, insistent and probing as he presses closer, grinding a very obvious bulge into me, sending pleasure rolling through me at the thought of what's about to happen. His hand roams my body, roughly groping at me until he groans and lowers the other to join it, letting me rest my arms on his shoulders as he grabs at my breasts through my shirt. Relentlessly, Franz starts to kiss and bite down my neck, sucking harshly on my pulse point as he starts to pull my clothes off of me, yanking my shirt open to reveal my torso to him. Moaning, I arch into his touch as he deftly pulls my bra off, too, his uniform rubbing over my soft skin as he slams his body against mine, lips now plastered against my collarbone. 

Somewhere in his lust-driven frenzy, Franz grabs hold of one of my hands, pushing it between us so he can rub himself through his slacks, grunting into my skin as he bucks against my palm. He kisses and sucks at the tops of my breasts before roughly leaning down and sucking one into his mouth, licking at my nipple. He grazes his teeth over the skin, biting down when the action elicits a low moan from me, by wetness pooling in my underwear now as I anticipate his next move, aching to feel his cock inside me. 

Abruptly, he pulls back.

"Get on the bed, on your back. Take this shit off." Franz instructs me, snapping the waistband of my skirt back against my skin. 

"Yes, Sir." I comply willingly, hastening to pull my skirt and panties off, scrambling onto the bed to lie how he wants me. 

He watches, dragging a hand over the tent in his trousers, jaw clenched in lust, eyes dark, uniform messy. It doesn't take him long to free his cock from his slacks, biting back a gasp as his hand moves over the hot flesh. In seconds, he's on the bed with me, seated between my legs, one hand pinning my hips down, the other holding his cock. 

Without a word, he leans over and spits on my cunt, using the hand on his cock to finger the saliva into my aching hole, pulling his hand back to reveal a string of my arousal connecting his digits and my sex. Franz moves to hover over me, the hand on my hips going to the bed, the hand on my sex going back to his cock as he lines up with me, pressing hard against the slick warmth waiting for him. He gives me no time to adjust, fucking into me in one go, almost grotesque sounds accompanying it as he slips past the copious arousal lining my cunt. 

Groans escape us both as he bottoms out, stretching me wide around his curved length, hips instantly bucking into me. Moans fall from my lips as he immediately starts fucking me, slamming his cock into me so that his pelvic bone grazes against my clit, grunts and groans leaving him as he feels me clench around him. He moves the hand previously holding his cock to my skin, sliding it up over my breasts, which he gropes and massages mercilessly, leaning down to bite and suck at them again. Moving on from my breasts, he sits back up again as he grips my jaw, forcing two fingers into my mouth as he digs his thumb and pinky into my cheeks. 

"Suck them, slut. Like you'd suck my cock." He spits, watching as I moan around his digits and do as he says, saliva dribbling down my chin. 

Pleasure races through me, each hard thrust of his lengthy cock slamming directly into my g-spot, making me tighten considerably around with each movement. He grunts and groans, using his whole bodyweight to fuck into me, driving his frustrations into me and his ferocity. His face is twisted into animalistic pleasure, determination etched into the set of his jaw, dictating how hard he fucks me. 

All of a sudden, he pulls out again, ignoring my whine of disappointment.

"Bend over the dresser, facing the mirror." The major snarls, slapping my thigh hard, "Now!"

Eyes wide, I hastily move over to the vanity table at the side, moving the chair aside as I bend over it, presenting my ass to him. 

"Spread your legs, show me your cunt." Franz commands me, glaring at me in the mirror, coming to stand behind me.

I nod and spread my legs apart for him, yelping as he moves forwards and slaps my ass, gripping it tightly in one hand. He chuckles lowly and does it again, moving closer so he can grind himself against me. I drop my head in pleasure, moaning as he rubs the head of his cock through my slick folds, collecting my arousal on his tip. A sharp sound escapes him before his hand suddenly appears in my hair, gripping it tightly. Yanking my head up, he stares at me in the mirror.

"Don't you fucking dare look away from me." He threatens me, leaning down to whisper directly in my ear, "Watch me as I fuck your tight cunt." 

"Yes sir!" I moan out pathetically, ending in a sharp moan as he spits on my cunt again and slams himself right back inside me.

My walls clench on him as he rubs over my every sensitive spot, his grip in my hair tightening painfully as he starts to fuck me again, holding my wrists in the grip of his other on my back, using the hold as leverage. Pounding himself into me, Franz grunts loudly, dark eyes fixed on mine in the mirror, watching as my breasts rub over the table beneath me, my face twisted in blissful pleasure. 

The major himself looks completely debauched: his hair is messy, sweat coating his brow, uniform jacket rumpled, face wild as he fucks me like some untamed animal. In this position, his balls slap against my clit with every few thrusts, the sound of his skin slapping against mine filling the room with our combined moans. Obscene noises come from my sex, the copious slick gathered there squelching with every thrust of his cock into me, dripping down my thighs now as my pleasure quickly builds, coming very swiftly to a head. 

"Look at you, so fucking needy." Franz leans down and licks at my neck, his rhythm starting to fail as he gets closer and closer, "You just love having your needy little cunt filled, don't you?"

He chuckles breathlessly, moving the hand in my hair to my throat, thrusting two fingers into my mouth again. Moaning loudly around him, I feel myself rapidly coming undone, every nerve inside me alight and ready to let go, my sense singing as he uses his other hand to slap me again, massaging my ass and thigh roughly. 

A high-pitched moan escapes me as he suddenly sinks his teeth into the juncture of my neck, biting down hard as he lifts me to be flush against his chest, fucking up into me. The new angle, combined with the stinging pain of his teeth sends me over the edge and I cum hard around him,  screaming out his name. My legs shake as I clench tightly around him, pleasure blinking me momentarily as I clutch at his arm, my cunt quickly going sensitive as he fucks into me a few more times. 

With a low growl into my skin, Franz slams me down one last time, holding me tightly down on his cock as it twitches inside me, hot ropes of cum painting my insides as he climaxes. Growls and grunts are muffled by his grip on my skin, the major pulling out and away swiftly to force me back on the desk, finishing all over my back and ass. 

Breathing heavily, I collapse against the dresser, limp and euphoric after the mind-blowing orgasm he's just given me, feeling his and my cum dripping from my quivering hole. Going to stand up again, I whimper as I'm pushed back down, confused until I feel a distinct warm, wet sensation on the skin of my lower back. Franz licks over my skin eagerly, collecting his release in his mouth, hands holding my hips in place as he moves down to my sex, tongue swiping over my sensitive hole. 

Leaning back, he gives me a possessive look in the mirror before he spits down on my cunt again, aiming right at my hole. This time, as he uses two fingers to roughly push his cum back inside me, I writhe away from him, mewling at the overstimulation. He only chuckles and pulls away, pulling me up to kiss at my neck, staring at me in the mirror.

Lazily, he lifts a hand to trace over the already bruising mark where he bit me, smirking proudly at the sight.

"I better not see you hiding this, (Y/n)." He gives me a pointed look over my shoulder, "There'll be trouble if you do."

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train scene

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Lately, I've been drawing a lot about him.

( ￣▽￣)

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How about a Franz Sauer fic where they meet on the train? Maybe a rubbish suggestion but who knows 🤦

It's not a rubbish suggestion at all! I hope you like this!😊💛

Under Different Circumstances.

Major Franz Sauer (Munich: The Edge of War) x f!reader

Warnings: none

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Tagging @alan-is-my-ginger-princess @lemairepstuff

(I know it's not Franz again, but ah well😅)

"Good morning, Fräulein." An unfamiliar voice greets me, startling me from the thoughts in my head.

Looking up, I blush slightly as I see a uniformed man (the same I've been secretly watching for some time now) standing by my table, lips pulled into a pleasant smile. 

"Good morning, sir. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I reply evenly, smiling back, internally ecstatic that he's speaking with me, yet terrified that he's noticed my gawking and has come to reprimand me, as he is able to do.

"I was wondering if I might join you?" He gestures to the empty seat across from me, somehow remaining stock still even with the train rumbling around as it usually does. 

Caught off guard, I stare for a moment, before quickly correcting myself.

"Of course…" I squint at the markings on his uniform, "Major."

Nodding, the soldier removes his cap and sits, eyes glittering a little in the soft morning sun streaming in through the windows. We remain quiet for a few minutes, the both of us turning to inspect the rolling landscape outside the window, where acres of green can be seen unfolding around the tracks.

"Quite a day, hm?" The major glances at me, lips quirked into a smirk of sorts. At this angle, I can see the scar on his chin more clearly, tearing my eyes from it before he notices me looking.

"Yes, indeed." I reply pleasantly, cursing my sudden inability to hold a good conversation. 

"But then, the Bavarian landscape lends itself well to the sun." He muses, watching the scenery for a few more seconds, before turning his icy-blue gaze on me.

"That it does. The Alps always look particularly good, though I'm not sure you can see them yet." I agree, taking a sip of my coffee, before I quickly remember my manners, "Sorry, Major, would you like some coffee?"

"I'm alright, thanks." He chuckles, smoothing a hand over his meticulously brushed-back hair, "I wanted to ask you something, actually."

I stiffen a little, curious yet concerned.

"And what might that be, sir?" I try to keep my tone light, smiling at him.

"Well, I can't help but notice that you've been watching me these past few days. I wondered why."

I swallow at his words, cold fear going through me. Is he upset? He doesn't seem to be...if anything, the man looks amused. 

"I, well, I'll be honest, sir, but you've caught my attention." I admit after a moment, looking down at the table in embarrassment. 

The major chuckles, a low, rich sound that leaves me wishing I could hear more.

"And how is that?" He asks once more, seeming almost playful now as he leans forwards on the table.

"Sorry, sir?" I frown, confused, glancing up briefly.

"How have I caught your attention, Fräulein?" 

Now I have to choose my words carefully, aware that what I say now might be taken in hugely different ways.

"Well...you have a commanding presence, sir. And you're…" I swallow, "You're a handsome man."

I can't believe I'm saying these things, my brain screaming at me to stop. 

The major is quiet for a moment, drawing my attention to his face, where I'm surprised to find a gentle smile has crept into his lips, a more genuine one this time.

"I see." He responds after a moment, head cocked to the side, "Well, Fräulein, I must confess something to you."

Curious, I look up.

"Confess something?"

"Yes, confess something." He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, "You see, you've captured my attention, too. I have not stopped thinking about you since I first laid eyes on you."

His words stun me into silence, my eyes wide. 

"I understand I may be coming on too strong, as it were, but I thought it would be good to let you know." He gives a small laugh, "And seeing as there is some reciprocation, I was hoping you might like to meet under different circumstances?"

Blinking in shock, I find myself nodding before my mouth has a chance to catch up.

"That would be great! I'd like that very much, sir!" I agree eagerly, unwilling to pass down an offer like this. 

The major nods, looking amused at my keenness, though harmlessly so.

"Well, then I will be in touch very soon." He grins and goes to get up, replacing his hat, "I'm Franz, by the way. Franz Sauer."

"It's good to meet you, Sturmbannführer Sauer." I smile back at him, taking his proffered hand, "I'm (Y/n) (Y/l/n)."

"Please," Franz smirks as he takes my hand and lifts it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on my knuckles, "Call me Franz, Fräulein (Y/l/n)." 

Blushing, I laugh almost giddily at the lingering sensation of his lips against my skin.

"If you insist. Though then it is only prudent you call me (Y/n)."

Franz grins, clicking his heels as he goes to leave.

"If you insist, (Y/n)." He mimics me, moving away. 

Watching after him, I feel my heart beat a little faster, excited by the prospect of what is to become of the two of us.

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The Real Thing.

Major Franz Sauer (Munich: The Edge of War) x Female!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, slight dubious consent (Not much)

Context: Franz catches the reader whilst she's sleeping and...yeah ;)

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By the time Franz finally reaches the familiar apartment, it's too late. Somewhere in the apartment block he can hear a grandfather clock chiming midnight, four hours later than his intended time of arrival had been, his irritation with himself steadily rising. He's unsure of why he turned up at all, knowing that the person he's here to see will be long asleep now, and very likely angry with him for not turning up on time. A curse escapes him as he stares at the closed door; there are some times that his job irritates him. 

For a short moment, the major debates ringing the doorbell, wondering if it would be a good idea to do so. It doesn't take him long to decide against it, instead lowering a hand to try the door handle. 

He frowns as it opens - he'd already told her she should be more careful and leaving the door unlocked is one of the worst things she can do. Internally, Franz makes a note to remind her.

Silently, he enters the apartment, closing the door softly behind him. When he doesn't hear any response from inside the apartment, he goes further in, remembering where her room is. A brief battle inside him is won as he locates the bedroom, knowing he's breaching her privacy here, though his curiosity and longing wins over his trepidation. Carefully, he goes into the small room, easily making out the shape of (Y/n) on the bed, her lower body covered by the duvet. 

Standing for a minute, he admires how the moonlight falls across her bare back until it occurs to him exactly what he's looking at: her naked back. Franz can't help but stare at the skin covered by the blanket, a need to touch it and explore her making itself known inside him. Biting his lip, he once again battles with himself, before he finally gives over and approaches the bed, sitting lightly on the edge. 

Tentatively, he lifts a hand, taking his cap from his head and placing it on the bed beside him before using the same hand to lightly brush some hair from her neck. Using a featherlight touch, Franz ghosts his fingers down to her shoulder blades, feeling over her wonderfully soft skin with awe, admiring her body. (Y/n) stirs ever so slightly but doesn't wake, seemingly arching minutely into the touch on her back. Smiling softly to himself, Franz continues on his way, stroking gentle lines down to her lower back, trying to ignore the image of her breasts pressed against the mattress that enters his mind, his cock twitching a little in his trousers all of a sudden as he thinks it. 

Surprised, he stops for a moment, looking down at his crotch. He'd often dreamt of being intimate with (Y/n), and now that he can finally give in to the urges to admire her body his own body is reacting accordingly. Once more, he debates stopping, but the soft whine that escapes her as his contact stills kills the thought in the crib.

Slightly more deliberately now, Franz presses his fingers down a little more, pushing them towards her ass, which he smooths his entire hand over. His curiosity gets the better of him and he cups her rear in his palm, squeezing ever so slightly to feel the flesh properly; the sensation sends a bolt of heat straight to his cock, which twitches once more. He knows he shouldn't touch her without her consent, but he can't help himself, enraptured now by the feeling of that soft skin against his fingers. 

And then he feels her arch into his touch. 

His eyes snap back to her head as she pushes her hips up towards him, a soft whine escaping her. When he looks, however, her eyes are still closed, though she's starting to stir, the giveaway breaths of moans telling him exactly what he needs to know: she's enjoying his ministrations, whether instinctively or not. 

Unable to stop the triumphant grin spreading on his face, he massages her ass a little more, satisfied by the sight of her fists clenching in the sheets, her lips parting to utter something nearly incoherent.

"Mmph...Please, Franz...Please…" Her words are slurred, still sleepy, but he can distinguish them immediately. 

Franz can't help but stare at her, stunned. Is she dreaming about him? And not only dreaming about him but having an apparently not-entirely-innocent dream?

His suspicions are only confirmed when she moans out his name once again, pushing her ass against him, trying to grind against whatever she can. 

An idea springs to mind and he smirks, suddenly very happy with how the night is apparently turning out. 

*

"(Y/n)..." A teasing voice purrs right into my ear, the sound suddenly far more realistic than it had been moments before. Hot breath fans over my face and I become aware of the fact I'm no longer alone.

It's still dark, late at night, though I can't see the room, given I'm laying on my front. Not that I'd be able to turn over, I realize with swiftly rising concern - there's a hand cupping my ass, massaging the flesh softly, inexplicably sending gentle rolls of pleasure through me, the grip almost holding me down. A body leans over me, a face lingering near my neck, lips seconds from touching my sensitive skin.

They must have felt me tense, as they quickly soothe me, stroking the skin on my lower back now, pressing their nose to my cheek.

"(Y/n), it's me, Franz." The familiar voice hums to me, deepened with lust, the sound of which now sends waves of anticipation through me as I recognise the speaker.

"F-Franz? What are you doing?" I try to sit up, but the major only pushes me back down, brushing his lips over my pulse.

"Sh, sh...I believe I interrupted a rather pleasant dream of yours," I can almost hear the smirk in his tone, a soft gasp escaping me as he squeezes my ass again, "It would be rude of me to leave you needing...what do you say, (Y/n)? Want me to make you feel good?"

His teeth suddenly pinch my ear lobe, drawing an almost inaudible moan from me.

"Let you try the real thing?" 

His last words make me realize he knows exactly what - or rather, who - I was just dreaming about, a blush coming to my cheeks. I want to reply, but his hand has suddenly slipped lower, fingers dancing at my folds, teasing me. The sigh that leaves me is enough of an answer for him, my hips bucking into him slightly to encourage him.

Slowly, Franz presses his lips to my neck, plastering a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the skin there, his tongue flicking out to taste me, leaving a wet mark in his wake. Groaning quietly, he stoops to repeat his action, pressing his chest down on my back as his fingers continue to tease me, dipping somewhat deeper with every stroke over my folds. Pleasure courses through me, sounds of need falling from my lips, mixed with pants of his name, a high-pitched whine following the first press of his fingers against my clit. 

Deliberately, he drags the pad of one finger over my clit, chuckling deeply in my ear as I buck into the touch, whining for more. 

"You're already so wet, (Y/n). It would be so easy just to…" He slides his finger into my pussy, crooking it, sucking a mark just below my ear. 

Moaning loudly, I arch my back, trying to push my ass closer to the pleasure flooding my body. Disappointingly, he removes his finger, using the slick he's gathered now to rub over my clit, massaging it with two fingers, drawing a figure of eight over and over. Squeezing my eyes shut in ecstasy, I focus on the calloused fingertips on my sensitive bud, unable to believe this is actually happening, whimpering as Franz mouths at my neck more.

"Fuck, those little sounds you're making are hot, (Y/n). I can smell how turned on you are," Franz licks a line down to my shoulder, before kissing his way back up to my ear, "I want to taste you. Do you want that? Want me to taste you until your legs are shaking?"

I groan gutturally at his words, pleading with him to do so.

"Yess...yes please, Franz!" I squirm as he lightly pinches my clit, squeaking in surprise.

"Hm I knew you'd want that. I can only comply." He practically purrs into my ear, letting his lips trail to the nape of my neck, where he begins a torturous trail of wet kisses. Tongue pressing into my skin every now and then, Franz maneuvers himself so he's hovering over me, an arm on either side of me, his uniform chafing a little against me though it only adds to the anticipation. As he reaches the swell of my ass, he bites gently at the flesh, groaning as I moan for him. 

The major moves to lie on the bed between my legs, using his hands to carefully spread my ass cheeks, audibly making his arousal known as he stares at my sex.

"Franz-" I start to say, only for him to cut me off by suddenly attaching his mouth to my clit, flattening his tongue against me.

The sudden onslaught of pleasure drags a long, loud moan from me, my hands gripping the sheets as the euphoria of feeling him licking my pussy washes over me. Instantly, he starts to alternately flick his tongue over my clit and tease my hole, groaning into me to allow the vibrations to travel through my sex. Grinding back on him, I whine as he holds me down, submitting to the pleasurable torture he bestows on me as he sucks my clit into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin. I can feel a knot forming in my stomach already, getting tighter with every brush of his tongue over me. 

All of a sudden, he shoves his tongue deep into my pussy, licking at my internal walls. Biting back a scream of pleasure at the unexpected intrusion, I arch into him, almost losing it at the feeling of that wet muscle writhing inside me, probing as deep as he can. Pulling back after a second, he lifts one hand and drags his thumb over my throbbing hole, chuckling lowly to himself.

"I've never tasted anything as sweet as you, (Y/n), and I reckon I could spend hours with my face buried in your pussy," Once more, I can almost hear his smirk, "But I'd much rather feel you wrapped nice and tightly around my cock as I fuck you. Would you like that, (Y/n)?"

He punctuated each word with a slight press of his thumb, my need mounting quickly.

"Please, please fuck me...fuck me hard, Franz, please…" I moan in response, trying to glance back at him, though it's impossible in the darkness. 

"You sound so hot when you beg." Is all he says before he suddenly pulls away.

Disappointment floods me before I hear the telltale climbing of a belt and the rustle of fabric. 

All of a sudden, a pair of hips are pressing against my ass, a rigid cock slipping between my ass cheeks, a grunt leaving the man above me. Franz places his hands on either side of my chest, leaning down to kiss at my back as he ruts against me, using my slick to lubricate himself as he lines up with my aching slit. Arching back into him, I encourage the major to slip inside me, which he does, going slow so as to allow my body to accommodate for the sudden intrusion. 

A soundless moan leaves my lips as I feel his large cock enter me, stretching me out in ways I never knew possible, rubbing against every sensitive spot inside me and then some. A low groan of satisfaction is huffed against my skin as he finally bottoms out, muscles tensed so as to not thrust immediately, his cock pulsing deep inside me. After a moment, he starts to move, pressing his chest down against my body, wrapping his arms around me as he uses his weight as leverage, thrusting himself into me as deeply as he can as he holds me impossibly close to him. The major sets a slow pace initially, choosing power over pace as he fucks me, soft breaths of pleasure accompanying my high-pitched moans as his mouth is plastered against my shoulder. 

With each thrust, I can feel his cock rub over my sensitive spots, pleasure building within me until I can't take his slow pace anymore, no matter how much I'm enjoying the feeling of his bare skin sliding over mine. It feels so intimate, being so close to him as he pleasures us both, his grip on me getting tighter as his cock twitches inside me, his hands moving to gently grasp at my breasts. Holding them, he starts to increase his pace, grunts becoming more insistent now. 

"You feel so good, (Y/n)...you're so warm and tight...fuck, I could do this forever….I've wanted this for so long…" Franz huffs in my ear, hair brushing against my skin as he moves his hands to my hips, using the new grip to press me down on his cock. 

"Me too, Franz...you're so good...feel so fucking good…" I moan back, "I'm getting close…"

Hearing this, he moans and lowers a hand to my sex, beginning to rub at my clit, matching his thrusts as they start to lose their rhythm, getting more erratic as he nears his own end.

"God, me too...can you cum for me, (Y/n)? Gonna cum all over my cock, hm?" He growls to me, working me closer and closer to my orgasm.

"Yes! Yes, please, Franz! I want to cum so badly!" 

"Fuck...cum for me, Liebling, cum all over my cock…"

With one last hard thrust, he throws me into a mind-blowing orgasm, pleasure exploding within me, consuming my every nerve-ending. Nearly screaming, I bite down on the hand that's suddenly clasped over my mouth to keep me from being too loud, rocking down on him as he fucks me through my climax, sending waves of euphoric bliss through me, his grunts stifled as he tries not to cum inside me. With one last moan, he pulls out and spills all over my back, pulling back so he can jerk himself off, milking the cum from his twitching cock. 

As we come to a finish, we breathe heavily together, my back sticky now from his cum and my sweat. After a moment, Franz bends down and I feel his tongue starting to clean me up, making sure there's no semen left on my skin. Limp, I stay where I am as he spits into a tissue from the nightstand, throwing the paper somewhere off the bed as he falls down onto the bed on top of me, scooping me into his arms. 

Pulling me close, he kisses my neck, pressing his chest against my back, trying to lull me back to sleep.

"Franz…" I murmur, struggling to keep my eyes open as my previous fatigue returns to me.

"Shh...in the morning, Liebling." 

[one-boring-person]

can i get a childhood friends to lovers with franz sauer pls >.<

Yesss I hope you like this!

The Stars Have Come Out.

Major Franz Sauer (Munich: The Edge of War) x reader

Warnings: light alcohol consumption, (slightly out of character Franz😅)

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"And why have you made me drive all the way out here, hm?" Franz's lips are tilted into his familiar smirk of amusement as he looks past me at the rolling field before us, the cityscape silhouetted in the far distance. 

Turning to him, I shrug and tap the basket in my lap.

"I thought you might want some time off. I can't remember the last time you spent time away from work." I say, giving him a pointed look as he goes to protest, "And anyway, it's a good spot for a picnic."

The major laughs and shakes his head, switching off the car engine.

"Are you sure you didn't just want to get me alone?" He teases, lifting an eyebrow.

I want to say "yes", but I can't tell him that. Instead, I lean forward and flick his forehead.

"Dummkopf." I laugh as he protests and rubs his head a little, getting out of the car before he can retaliate. 

Quickly, Franz follows me, locking the car as he comes round to stand beside me, observing the beautiful landscape, blue eyes lit up brightly by the sharp rays of sunlight shining past the horizon. Secretly, I stare at his features, following the scar on his chin with my eyes, still remembering the day he'd come to me with the fresh wound, boasting the future of a "rugged attractiveness". At the time, I'd laughed him off, but now I can see how mistaken I was to do so. 

"Are you sure you didn't want to get me alone?" His playful question startles me from my thoughts, his smirk now turned on me.

"Don't flatter yourself." I grin, recovering quickly, "Come on, let's set up this picnic."

"Jawohl, gnädige Frau." He mockingly salutes, chuckling as I elbow him in the ribs.

Following me out onto the field, Franz waits for me to pick a spot before he moves forward and takes the basket from me, removing the blanket secured to the top. Placing the basket on the ground, he unfurls the cloth and deftly throws it out onto the grass, somehow managing to execute the action perfectly the first time. Watching with barely concealed admiration, I pick up the hamper and start to take out the bits and pieces I've brought with me, laying them out on the blanket in an inviting manner, taking a seat amongst the goods I've brought with me.

Before he joins me, Franz removes his cap, throwing it down beside me as he goes to unfasten the first few buttons of his uniform shirt, doing the same with his brownshirt underneath. Even with his hair still meticulously slicked back from his face, the major now looks a lot more relaxed, much more casual than his usual put-together appearance. It's hard to tear my eyes from him.

I manage to do so before he looks back at me, running a hand through my hair, reaching for a bottle of wine I snagged from one of the offices earlier. 

"Want a glass?" I gesture to the bottle as he takes a seat, stretching out his long limbs before him.

"Yes please." He smiles, looking over the spread, "You certainly came prepared."

I chuckle, shrugging.

"I had enough time to go around town and get some good stuff this morning. Thought you might like it." I tell him, passing him a glass of wine, held in a cup I packed earlier in preparation.

"Thanks." He accepts the glass, waiting until I have my own before he lifts his, "I do like it. Reminds me of old times."

Mimicking his smile, I tap my glass against his.

"Zum Wohl."

"Zum Wohl." 

Taking a sip, I marvel at the wine's taste, even if it is slightly too warm for the more refined palette. Franz seems to appreciate it, observing the pale liquid in his glass as he swallows, a content look falling into place on his face. 

Smiling to myself, I help myself to some food, glad when he joins me, the two of us starting to eat.

"Do you remember those times when we skipped school to have lunch in the park?" He says after a moment, glancing over at me with a knowing smirk.

"I do indeed." I laugh softly, thinking back to those wonderful summer days spent in each other's company, young and relaxed, unafraid of everything, "We used to buy pretzels from Heinrich's father's bakery."

"I've never found better ones than those." Franz reminisces, grinning as he leans back on his hand, languidly chewing on a piece of bread.

"Me neither." I nod in agreement. Heinrich had been a school friend of ours, his father owning the best bakery in town. Even from a young age, Franz and I had been known to spend all our allowed money on baked goods from that wonderful shop. Many a time, we had gone there after one of their football games, giddy with victor's excitement, buying whatever we could to celebrate the victory. Even when they lost, we'd buy food to soften the blow. 

"How times have changed, hm?" Franz murmurs softly, looking almost wistful as he gazes out at the surroundings. 

I follow his gaze, missing the moment his glittering eyes land on me, roaming over my appearance fondly. Remaining quiet, we continue to eat, content to sit with each other in relative silence. After a while, I hear the major laughing softly.

Turning to him, I lift an eyebrow.

"What? What's so funny?" 

He fixes his gaze on me once more, grinning at me.

"Nothing." He tells me conspiratorially.

Frowning playfully, I tilt my head.

"Tell me." 

Franz lifts his hands, as if to say he's not hiding anything.

"Nothing to tell." He laughs, putting down his plate and glass.

"Nothing?"

"Well…" He pretends to think for a moment, "I'll let you in on a secret."

"Oh?" I lean closer.

He mimics me, lowering his voice comically.

"You have crumbs on your face." 

Instantly, I blush, embarrassment flooding me as I hastily move to wipe them away, confused when Franz suddenly stops me. 

Confused, I can only watch in rapidly-growing nervousness as he leans in with a soft, focused expression, lifting a hand to my face. Ever so gently, he brushes the tips of his fingers over my cheek, my pulse jumping at the contact, body instantly yearning for more. His eyes flick to mine, filled with a strong emotion as he gazes at me, his palm coming to rest against my cheek, cupping my face now as he leans closer, stare dropping to my lips briefly as I feel my breath hitch. 

We remain still, silent for a minute, gazing into each other's eyes, unsure of how to go on, his fingers lightly brushing over the skin of my face. Biting my lip, I subconsciously lean into his touch, apparently breaking his resolve.

With a groan, Franz leans forwards, pressing his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. Surprised, I feel my eyes widen, before I relax into the touch, kissing him back, our lips fitting together perfectly, as if we've done this many times before. He's somewhat insistent, driven on by an need born of great patience, the hand on my face holding me close to him even as he pulls back to look me in the eye. 

Panting a little, we stare at each other, before we laugh and reconnect our lips once more, kissing each other far more fervently. Lips moving over each other smoothly, we push closer, Franz moving to push me down onto the blanket, pressing his body down on mine, his free arm sliding behind me to hold my back up to his chest. Moaning softly into the kiss, I arch into him, lifting my own arms to grip at him, hands sliding over his shoulders and into his hair, messing up the perfect style it had before. His tongue slips out to press at my lower lip, sliding past as I open up to him, swallowing a groan as he tastes me. There's the distinct note of wine on his tongue, his strong cologne mixed with a more natural smell filling my nostrils as he slots against me, our bodies falling into place. 

Pulling apart once more, we gaze at each other, smiling breathlessly, giddy with happiness. 

"You know, I never imagined you'd let me kiss you." Franz finally admits, lowering his face to litter butterfly kisses over my cheeks and neck, his hair falling into my face now.

"And I never imagined you'd want to kiss me." I reply, stroking the small hairs at the back of his neck, unable to stop the small sighs escaping me, "God, I could stay here for the rest of time."

"Me too." He suddenly pulls back and wraps his arms around me, rolling us over until I can fall into place on his chest, head pressed into the crook of his neck, "You've always been so beautiful, (Y/n)."

I blush, pressing my face further into his neck.

"I could say the same about you, Franz." I can feel him hum happily underneath me, his grip tightening as he lies back, going lax beneath me.

For a while, we may in silence, our breaths coming in unison now, chests rising and falling gently. After a time, he breaks the quiet.

"The stars have come out." He marvels, voice hushed, as if he'll scare the cosmic beings off, "I've never seen them so clearly."

"We did once. Back at that last party we went to before we left home." I remind him quietly, tracing idle patterns on the bare skin exposed by his open collar.

He makes a sound of remembrance.

"Oh, I remembered that party for a different reason." 

Lifting my head, I look at him curiously.

"What do you remember about it?"

Franz smiles adoringly, smoothing back some of my hair.

"I remember it as the night I realised I love you."

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Good Boy.

Major Franz Sauer (Munich: The Edge of War) x m!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, anal sex, swearing, slight period-typical homophobia

Context: I owe @catb0yfriends a Franz Sauer fic so I hope this is good!😁 Franz interrogates the reader ;)

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"(Y/n), one of the officers is looking for you." Henderson's secretaries informs me as I go to leave, stopping me in my tracks.

Frowning in curiosity, I turn to her, cocking my head as if to ask a question.

"Really? Which one?" I shift the papers in my arms, glancing briefly at the door.

"Major Sauer, I think it was." She bites back a smile as she sees my face visibly pale, "He's waiting in the foyer."

"Fantastic." I mumble to myself, swallowing down the trepidation that's built suddenly in my throat, "Thank you."

The secretary nods and watches as I leave the room, my step made slightly slower now with the knowledge of my visitor waiting just beyond the door. Once again adjusting the papers, I brace myself and go through, out into the bustling foyer.

I immediately find the SS officer, the man's crisp uniform standing out against the suits of the men around him, his steely gaze fixed on the door I've just left. His eyes lock on mine instantly, almost predatory in the way he observes my every movement. It sends a bolt of dread-ridden excitement through me, though I immediately tamp it down, knowing full well it's a dangerous game to play with a man like him. 

Franz pushes off the pillar he's leaning against as I approach him, a polite smile creeping onto his handsome face, the scar on his chin and lip distorting the expression ever so slightly. Looking slightly down on me, he waits until I'm close enough for nobody to hear us before speaking.

"Mr (Y/l/n), are you busy?" Franz inquires, a smirk playing at his lips. His tone is almost mocking, somehow imploring me at the same time.

"Well, I need to deliver-" I start, only for him to interrupt me.

"I'm afraid that will have to wait. I require your assistance, and I fear you'll be occupied for quite some time." He's definitely mocking me now, mimicking the more elaborate way of speaking some of his superiors have.

Blinking in surprise, I barely have time to react before he's got a hand on my shoulder, pushing me towards a nearby hallway. As we leave the busy area and head towards the unoccupied parts of the hotel, he moves closer to me, his body heat radiating off of him, his presence authoritative and unnerving. He's moved his hand, and yet I still feel compelled to move as if forced to, his gaze on the back of my head bringing a blush to my cheeks, especially as he moves to walk directly beside me, shoulder pushing against mine as he leans in to speak straight into my ear. 

"We are going to need some privacy for this, so I've booked a room as far from the crowd as possible." His words send a shiver through me, realisation beginning to dawn on me now.

Swallowing again, I let him lead me to a hotel room right at the back, where the cheaper rooms are located. From the looks of things, none of them are occupied, which reassures me a little, though fear and worry are starting to well up inside me at the thought of what he's got me here to do, accompanied by a deep-seated excitement I'm desperately trying to quench. This could well be a trap.

Stopping outside the room, he opens the door for me and lets me in, shooting me a dark smirk as he does so. Stepping inside, I turn and wait for him to come in, watching as he locks the door. 

"W-What did you need me for, Major?" I ask, unable to keep the shaky edge from my voice.

The smirk suddenly becomes a slick smile, faux reassurance radiating from him. It unnerves me, my skin prickling at the sight.

"I need you to answer one question for me." Sauer steps forwards, taking his cap off and throwing it on the vanity table, keeping his gaze fixed on me, the smile never faltering.

"O-oh?" I try to return the expression politely, feeling awkward as his eyes harden.

"Yes, I have just one inquiry of you." He moves closer again.

Backing away inadvertently, I swallow and try to fight the discomfort rising in me, ignoring the slight flare of heat that starts in my lower stomach as something in his face changes, returning to that predatory look from before.

"And what is that, Major?"

"I'd like to know how a classified government document has ended up in the hands of the British. A document that has been under your supervision these past few days." 

I feel myself pale at his words, terror exploding inside me. How does he know? How could they have been so clumsy as to have led him straight to me? Unless they betrayed me…which is highly likely. 

Franz notices my hesitance to respond, my sudden trembling probably a dead giveaway.

"Well, Mr (Y/l/n)? Any ideas?" He says humourlessly, all traces of amusement gone from his face now.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Major…" I try to cover up, giving him the most honest look I can manage.

His lip curls and he steps close to me, body centimetres from mine.

"And I'm supposed to believe that?" He spits downwards, hitting my shoe even as he suddenly grabs my jaw in one hand, slamming my head against the wall as he forces me to look at him, "Do you take me for a fool, boy?" 

Head smarting, I can't help the unstoppable flood of need that pools in my gut as he calls me that, his dominance now making my cock twitch in my pants, already starting to harden much to my dismay. 

"N-no, sir! I swear, I don't know what you mean!" I try to reason with him, praying that he lets me go before he notices the bulge forming in my slacks from being so close to him. 

Something flashes across his gaze and he does the one thing I hoped he wouldn't. Franz looks down.

Instantly, I stiffen, eyes widening as his return to mine, pupils blown even though his expression is poisonous.

"And would you look at that, just one more thing I can have you arrested for." He mocks me, lips curling into a cruel leer.

Cold fear goes through me, my blood turning to ice as I open my mouth to plead with him. Unfortunately, he presses his fingers into my jaw to shut me up, giving me a stern look.

"Luckily for you, I'm smarter than that." Franz's sudden smirk is unnerving, throwing me off as he abruptly crushes his body against mine, hips pressing into mine, "I'll use your little predicament to my advantage."

The fear and need that erupt inside me are enough to have my knees buckling, a breathy moan falling from my lips before the major's lips are plastered over mine, rough and forceful. Holding my chin in place, Franz moulds his lips against mine tightly, pressing me harder into the wall as he uses his other hand to pin my wrists to the wall above my head. Chuckling at my whimper of frightened lust, he uses the grip on my jaw to force open my mouth and slip his tongue inside, which I let him do willingly, groaning and sighing as the slick muscle explores and probes thoroughly. He swallows my every sound, his hips grinding against mine, where I can now feel a very distinct bulge rubbing against mine. 

After a long moment, he pulls away, biting my lower lip as he goes.

"On the bed, on your front. Now." He growls, shoving me roughly in the direction he wants me. 

Hastily, I do as he says, climbing onto the bed quickly despite my rising fear. Before I can, however, he makes a sound of disapproval. 

"Take your clothes off, boy. I'm not going to fuck you through your trousers." Franz reprimands me, his crude words sending heat rushing through me, my cock twitching. 

"S-sorry, Major." I apologise, pulling my clothes off somewhat more hesitantly, revealing myself to him, which only earns me a scoff.

"Look how hard you are from just a little kissing. What a needy little whore you are. How many people have you offered your ass to, hm? Is that how you got here when you weren't needed? Fucked the commanding officers, did you?" He spits at me again, looking genuinely disgusted despite the tent in his trousers. 

Flushing, I try to reply, only for him to grab my jaw again.

"Get on the bed, boy." Franz snarls in my face, pushing me down on it.

Shakily, I climb onto my front, half expecting him to shove his cock inside me just like that and have his way with me, surprise filling me when he pats my ass almost gently.

"(Y/n), I thought you were smarter than this…" His voice trails off and I realise it's suddenly dawned on him as a low chuckle reverberates through the room, "You haven't taken it up the ass before, have you?"

Blushing profusely, I swallow in embarrassment and drop my head.

"N-no, sir." My voice is quiet, feeling horribly vulnerable now under his scrutinizing gaze. 

"Well then, I think it's time we changed that, hm? Up on all-fours, come on." Franz taps my ass again, caressing my skin softly, "Unless, of course, you want me to stop."

No. Not a single part of me wants him to stop despite the fear edging my arousal, my cock already leaking at the thought of him claiming me.

"No, sir, please keep going." 

That earns me a pleased kiss to the top of my ass, his tongue flicking out to lick up a head of sweat there. Gasping at the feeling, I arch into him, unsure of what to expect now. Climbing into the position he wants me in, I offer my ass up to him, biting my lip in anticipation. 

"Good boy." Franz coos, before he moves up behind me, taking my ass in both hands. 

Spreading my cheeks, the major runs the pad of one thumb over my puckered asshole, pressing ever so slightly against me as it draws a hiss from me. I shiver as something wet lands on the skin, dripping into the hole as I realise he spat on me, his saliva being used as lube now as he rubs it around with his thumb, chuckling to himself at the soft sounds emanating from me. It doesn't last long, however, his thumb quickly being replaced by his tongue, the hot, wet muscle working its way into my tight heat. 

I writhe in pleasure as he flattens his tongue against me, groaning into me, probing at the tight ring of muscle. Once again, he presses it inside me, drawing a cry of need from me at the unfamiliar sensation. Working it in as far as he can, Franz rubs at my inner walls, saliva dripping from his lips and down onto my tight balls, my cock jerking from the pleasure radiating from the feeling that wet muscle inside me. 

Removing it again, Franz spits on me once more, replacing his mouth with the fingers of one hand, circling my aching hole with one.

"You're so tight, (Y/n). How many fingers do you think it's going to take to get you ready for me, hm?" He comments lazily, not waiting for me to reply as he slides his middle finger inside me.

Mewling, I pitch forwards, clutching at the sheets at the feeling of his finger inside me, crooking and wriggling as the major starts to thrust his hand, twisting his wrist a little with each movement. It feels incredible, his long finger reaching parts of me my own digits have never hit. When he adds a second, I bite back a hiss of pain, going tense as he works it in alongside the other. 

"Relax and this will be a lot easier." Franz advises me as he twists his hand, reaching around to jerk me off as he starts to scissor his fingers ever so slowly. 

Whimpering and crying out at this feeling, I feel tears starting to prick at my eyes as he runs a thumb over the head of my cock at the same time as he slams his fingers as deep inside me as he can, crooking them so I can feel a slight stretch. He repeats this over and over until he can feel me loosening up around him.

Slowly, he removes his hand from me.

"I'm afraid I can't wait any longer," The major says to me, slapping my ass once to drag a yelp from me, "I need to fuck you." 

Terror fills me as I hear him start to remove his trousers, his inform joining my clothes on the floor as I feel him move up to kneel beside me. Biting my lip, I whimper as he taps the head of his hard cock against my quivering asshole, grinding himself between my cheeks a few times, sighing deeply to himself. One of his hands grips my hip, the other likely on his cock as he leans over and spits on my hole once more, smearing his leaking cockhead through it. 

"Remember, just relax." Is all he says before he slams his cock into me.

His hand claps over my mouth before my scream can fill the room, my arms giving out at the unbearable pain that spreads from my ass. Scrambling at the sheets, I try to crawl away from him, sobbing helplessly as he just holds me closer, forcing himself inside me ruthlessly, splitting me open. Tears spring to my eyes, pleas for him to stop spilling from my parted lips even as he grunts and carries on. It seems huge, the length pressing into me, stretching out my throbbing asshole around considerable girth, the slightly curved nature of it meaning it hits every spot inside me that would have me seeing stars if I weren't in so much agony. 

After what feels like an age, Franz presses his hips against mine, his cock seated fully inside me. His breathing is heavy, body rigid behind me as he tries not to thrust into me immediately. Running his hands over me to soothe me, the major removes the one from my face, caressing my ass gently as he waits for me to relax.

"Relax, (Y/n), you've taken me so well." He praises me, waiting for me to nod helplessly before beginning to pull out.

He doesn't go far, only a couple of inches before he rams himself back inside me, tearing a yelp from me. It's a mixture of pleasure and pain, my eyes squeezed shut to the sensations that I'm so desperately enjoying despite the agony, gasp falling from my lips as he continues to fuck me shallowly. Very quickly, the pain dissipates almost completely, leaving me to grind back onto him to get him to do more. 

The response is instant. Franz removes himself almost completely, only to slam himself back into me with such a force that it rocks my entire body forwards. Crying out in pleasure and shock, I have no time to recover as the major begins a vicious pace, fucking into me with savage thrusts now, hips slapping against my ass with each movement. He ploughs into me mercilessly, grunting animalistically behind me as he starts to growl in incoherent German, moving a hand to my hair to hold onto it for leverage. Moaning for him, I feel my pleasure starting to race through me, everything consumed by the ecstasy this man is supplying me with, my cock achingly hard against my stomach, leaking all over the sheets below me. 

"Your ass is mine, boy, you belong to me now. No one else is ever going to fuck you like this, and if they try, all you'll be able to remember is my cock pounding into your tight little hole." Franz spits on me again, only to pull out very suddenly, "Fucking ride me, I want to see you come undone."

Whimpering at the loss, I eagerly clamber onto his lap as he moves to sit back against the headboard, his cock shining wetly as it stands proudly in his lap. Licking my lips, I move to straddle his thighs, trying to figure out how he wants me as I take hold of his cock. He rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Like this." He says before taking my hips in hand and slamming me back down on his cock, sliding inside me like a hand into a glove, pulsing hard in my tight ass.

My own cock twitches between us and he laughs sharply, bucking his hips up into me. Moaning, I lift myself onto my knees, fucking myself down on his hard cock as best I can, squeezing around him as my pleasure mounts quickly. With this new angle, Franz is slamming into a particular spot that has me going into overdrive, my head spinning every time his head presses against it. 

The major leans forwards and starts biting at my collarbone as he fucks me, one hand still in my hair, the other holding my ass as he starts to lift me off of his cock, pushing me back down onto it with undeniable need, teeth grazing my sensitive skin. He muffles grunts and groans in my skin, his cock starting to twitch inside me. 

"Fuck, I need to cum…gonna fill you up like the little whore you are for me. You want that? Want to feel me spill my load so deep inside you you'll still be able to feel it dripping out of you tomorrow? Yeah, I thought so." He growls to me, lowering hand to my cock, starting to jerk me off. 

Pleasure explodes through me at this, his rough hand moving relentlessly over my throbbing prick, smearing precum all over me.

"Major, please…can I cum? I'm so close, need to cum…please, I'll do whatever you want, I just need to cum…" I moan out, unable to speak coherently as I fuck myself on his unforgiving cock, feeling the knot in my stomach about to come undone. 

He smirks up at me, sliding his thumb over my tip.

"Tell me how the document got to the British." He commands, cruel amusement creeping into his gaze as he stills his hips.

Whimpering, I look at him, shocked and confused, my mind too lust-hazed to process what he's asking me. 

"W-what?" I try to grind on him, only for him to slap my ass in warning, pinching the tip of my cock to draw a hiss from me.

"Tell me how the document got to the British." Franz leers and pinches me harder.

"I-i don't-" I try to respond, only to break off at the rising need and pain.

"Don't lie or you won't get to cum." He wants me, giving me a sharp thrust to remind me what I'm missing. 

Mewling needily, I squeeze around him, hoping to get him to move, only to whine as he growls and grabs my neck with the hand previously on my ass. My resolve quickly crumbles.

"I gave it to Paul…" I murmur, looking down in shame.

Franz makes a sound of approval, stroking my jaw once.

"Now, was that so hard? What a good little boy for me." Suddenly, I find myself on my back on the bed, his cock pushing into me, "And good boys get rewarded."

With that, Franz fucks me hard into the mattress, animal thrusts slamming into my prostate every time until I can't think coherently, my legs wrapped around his waist, everything leaving my head as I rouse on the pleasure exploding inside me. It doesn't take me long to cum all over myself, splattering my stomach with my load as he fucks me through it, my cock twitching and jerking messily from the overwhelming pleasure. Franz praises me through it, quickly burying himself deep inside me with one last cry of ecstasy, spilling his cum inside me.

Minutes pass before he removes himself from me, leaving me on the bed. Disappointed but too exhausted and achy to do anything about it, I watch as Franz cleans himself off with a towel, approaching me to do the same. I whimper softly as he wipes my chest clean, leaving my asshole alone.

"I told you, I want you to be able to feel my cum still inside you tomorrow." He smirks, "Maybe I'll top it up for you in the morning."

His words send inexplicable heat through me and my cock twitches once more, feebly reacting to the crude promise. He laughs a little and finishes up, throwing  the towel away as he joins me on the bed again. 

After a while, I break the silence.

"What's going to happen to Paul?" I ask almost fearfully. 

Franz looks at me for a long moment, then shrugs.

"Nothing." Is all he says.

I frown, "Nothing?"

"Nothing." He confirms. 

"But why?"

Franz chuckles, looking down at me softly.

"Because I'm not going to do anything about it except offer him my help."

Shock floods me.

"What?"