It's Not What It Looks Like?

It's not what it looks like?

This is inspired by @stararch4ngell4dy "oil and white lace" to which if you should go read if you haven't already.

Summary: Just one fluffy morning with Heisenberg in castle Dimitrescu only for the Lady herself to walk in on a precarious position.

Warning(s): smut, daddy kink, fluff, fluffy Karl, possible cringe (I might not write Karl perfectly, only writing based off of other fanfictions and the game)

This is not proof read and I'm used to writing in first person but I tried my best with writing you and your rather than me and I. So hopefully there are not mistakes.

You stirred at the feeling of something soft caressing the side of your face. Karl was so entranced with your face, watching your nose twitch adorably, moving any stray hairs from your face so he doesn't miss a single part of it.

He didn't understand what you did to him, he felt so protective of you regardless that he knew you could take care of yourself.

Karl watched as you stretched your muscle with a cute groan, scrunching your face in the process before opening your eyes to meet his.

You met his gaze as your eyes adjusted to the light that slowly illuminated your bedroom.

You brought your right hand up to cup his cheek, thumbing over the crisscross scars on his cheek. Karl didn't say anything as you did so, he just gently grabs your hand and kisses the palm of it.

The silent moments between you two were rare, which made them far more precious to both of you.

Karl supported himself on his elbow and leaned down to meet your lips with his.

As the kiss grew more passionate, he slowly adjusted his body so he can be on top of you. One hand holding himself up on the bed, the other moving up and down your sides, cupping your breast and caressing your leg, hitching it up around his waist.

Pants and moans could be heard outside the door if anyone walked by. Karl' mouth moved from your lips to your neck, nipping and licking everywhere his mouth could reach.

You felt one of his hands cup your bare mound, a finger wetting itself in your slickness before prodding your entrance, sliding all the way to the knuckle.

Karl met his lips with yours, swallowing a moan as he entered another finger, curling his fingers to reach your g spot.

"You like that, kitten? You like the way daddy's fingers feel in you?" He whispered, moving his fingers at a torturing slow pace.

You couldn't take it anymore, "Karl, please." you breathed, "I need more."

"More what, kitten? What do you need from me?"

"Your cock, please. I need your cock, Karl."

From the look on his face, he seemed pleased with your words. He removed his fingers from you and brought them to your lips.

Obediently, you opened your mouth and sucked his fingers, swirling your tongue around his digits. Sucking your juices off his fingers.

Your head followed his hand as he pulled his fingers out of your eager mouth. Karl grabbed his cock, positioning it at your entrance, prodding it with the tip.

Karl barely got the tip of his cock when your bedroom doors burst open.

"(Y/n), darling, are you awake?" Alcina asked as she entered your bedroom.

Her eyes went directly to your bed when she entered. Karl didn't seem too surprised by her entry, he seemed more irritated by the intrusion than anything.

You were more worried, knowing fully well how your mother can be when she's angry.

Alcina looked between you and Karl, her face going from shock to anger rather quickly.

"Mother, it's not what it looks like?"

Hopefully the blanket that covered both of you would provide mild protection against Alcina' wrath.