Being greedy and asking for 42 and 46 with Klaus x Win? ( again this is me being greedy, don't feel obligated)
Prompt: doing each other’s hair + making a blanket fort Pairing: Klaus x Win (oc) Word Count: 685 a/n: ldjfa;fl thank you so much for requesting my girl, that means so much to meeee
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“There, allllll done,” Klaus exclaimed, scooting back to admire his handiwork. The two green pigtails he’d tied in Win’s nearly shoulder length hair weren’t exactly even, but they were close enough, besides no one was gunna see them besides him anyway.
“What d’ya think?” he asked, and Win tilted her head to catch her reflection in the tv screen, a delighted grin spreading across her face.
“Jesus, is that cute or what?” she gasped with a giggle, giving her head a little shake before turning and throwing herself into Klaus’s arms, taking him by surprise and knocking him off balance as he caught her, landing on his back amidst the pile of pillows they’d drug out to the floor.
“Ow!” he exclaimed wryly as she shifted atop him.
“Oh please, that didn’t hurt,” she replied, calling his bluff.
“It did a little,” Klaus countered with a huff, looking up at her while trying to keep a straight face. “For such a soft little thing, you’re exceedingly bony,” he pointed out, earning him a rather forceful poke in the ribs before she pushed herself up.
“Oh, as opposed to you?” she teased and Klaus could no longer hold back his grin, yanking her back down to steal a kiss from her parted lips and Win let out a soft moan.
However, before she could properly settle atop him, his fingers dug into her sides seeking her most vulnerable ticklish spots that only Klaus knew where to find, having spent considerable time exploring her body to locate.
“Bad form!” Win cried between peals of laughter, scrambling to get away, Klaus grinning impishly as he sat up.
“Yeah well, everything’s fair in love and war, sweetheart, and you make the most adorable sounds when you’re being tickled, I couldn’t help myself,” he exclaimed in defense, while Win threw him a pout, grabbing a pillow to toss at his face, which he managed to catch.
“We can finish where we left off after he complete this blanket fort,” he offered enticingly and Win’s pout vanished.
“Then what the fuck are we waiting for?”
Not but ten minutes later, pillowfort constructed, Win was eagerly pulling Klaus inside and he gladly followed, crawling in after her and promptly pulling her into his lap.
“It’s more roomy in here than I thought it’d be,” he observed, glancing up at the dark blanket that hung over their heads, a few stray specks of light still filtering in.
“Right? It definitely looks bigger on the inside,” Win agreed with a laugh, gently looping her arms around Klaus’s neck. “I can’t remember the last time we did this,” she mused, a soft smile curving her lips that Klaus admired even in the low light of their little hideaway.
“Me either,” he replied, shifting under her, a little impatiently. “Hmm… now where were we?” he asked, his grin turning suggestive while he waggled his eyebrows at her.
“Oh, right,” she mused, her smirk mirroring Klaus’s. “I think…” trailing off, she leaned in to press her lips to his and Klaus didn’t hesitate in intensifying the kiss, pulling Win down atop him while fumbling with her tanktop, pushing it up her waist until she took the hint and pulled back to shed it completely, baring her breasts.
“Oh, lovely,” Klaus murmured with a grin, his hands greedily seeking them, bringing one to his mouth, bringing a gasp to her lips.
“Klaus, if we’re not careful--” Win began, but before she could finish, the blanket above her head caught on her pigtail, the entire thing collapsing over them and Win began to laugh.
“Well, shit,” Klaus muttered, while Win struggled to pull the blanket off their heads so they could breathe, amidst her laughter.
“You got a little overeager there, Klaus,” she teased, a surprised yelp leaving her mouth as he pulled her back down against his chest.
“Can ya blame me?” he asked, grinning against her lips.
“I suppose not,” she replied, her laughter melting to a deep moan as Klaus’s tongue found hers.
“What about the blanket fort?” she murmured between kisses.
“Fuck the blanket fort.”
