moonstruck (gunther scheller x krantz!reader) ->18+
->(gif not mine)
summary:"stay here with me."; reader follows her brother to gunther's party with only one intention: to lose her virginity
warnings: 18+!!, outdoors fucking, loss of virginity, angst, brief mention of sexual harassment
word count: 2878
a.n: ngl i put my whole pussy into this one. hope you all enjoy this as much as i did writing it (impossible). requested by anon but also tagging @unadulteratedpeacecat because they also asked about some gunther content!!
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You never would've admitted it to yourself, but you'd come here with the sole intention of getting laid. After your brother had invited you to his friend's country house party, you'd decided that tonight was the night. All of your friends had lost their virginity years ago, and you often found yourself the butt of their jokes because of it. You knew it was childish to give into social pressure like this, but in all honesty you were just sick of it. The promises of love consumed your every thought, the old stories you had grown up with as a child of far-away romances, and now the spectacles of celebrity affairs. It was everywhere, and you wanted in.
The whole journey to the country you'd been switching between anxiety and excitement. Looking around at the strangers on the train, wondering about their lives, wondering about what their first love was like. By the time you reached the station you'd decided upon excitement. Your brother was a like more dour than his usual self, but not even that could quell your excitement.
In all honesty, before you even arrived at the party, you'd already had your eyes set on your brother's best friend. You'd met Gunther a few months back when you and Paul had been on your way home from the cinema. He was practically manic the way he was acting, probably drunk or high. Paul had told you about his drug habits, but seeing him now - high though he may have been - he became the perfect idol for your latent sexual fantasies. He was a wildcard, completely unpredictable, strong, and had the bone structure of a god.
There was no way you could've known what he was thinking - what both your brother and him were thinking.
Paul didn't speak with you much about things like that, though you could tell he was becoming obsessive about Gunther's sister. Every now and again you'd pick up his latest piece of work, a little more sour than his usual poetry, either overly critical of romance and the fairer sex or praising love til kingdom come. His every emotion seemed to be entirely dependent upon whether or not he was in Hilde's favour. You resented her for how she treat your brother, but so long as he was was infatuated with her, you had the means to see Gunther.
You smiled at Paul as you hugged him, though you could tell his thoughts were elsewhere. His eyes lingered toward your train as it set back off in the opposite direction, almost as if he was expecting someone else
"What's wrong?" you half-laughed, trying to keep your own spirits up. You didn't have many friends yourself so you often relied on your brother's circle for company, though you were a couple of years his junior. Though you wouldn't have admitted it, Paul was your best friend - at least that had been until he'd met Gunther. Now, more often than not, you found yourself put on the back burner.
"Nothing," he said with a curt smile.
The walk to the country house was long and spent mostly in silence. Every few minutes you made to pose a conversation, but seeing the absent expression on his face made you hold your tongue.
The party was already in full swing by the time you arrived and your first port of call was to get yourself a drink. You weren't overly fond of alcohol at the best of times, but you were fond of the confidence it gave you.
Before you had a chance to catch up with your brother he had already drifted off toward the house whilst you lingered for a little in the garden. From far away a vinyl record hummed out an old song, drifting through the summer's air. You were wearing nothing but a white slip dress, a little skimpy compared to your usual wardrobe but you'd come here with intention.
It was a while before Gunther made an appearance. You paced about the large garden waiting for that first flash of blonde hair, relishing in the way the grass felt between your bare feet. You were somewhere through your second bottle of beer when he came into view, emerging from the front door of the house with a couple of friends, laughing loudly. Immediately you straightened yourself up, allowing your dress strap to fall a little past your shoulder. Maybe it was just the effects of the alcohol, but you felt beautiful; you felt fresh, young, and you couldn't wait for him to see you like this. He was making his way toward you, bold and confident, still laughing wholeheartedly at whatever joke had set him off.
He was getting closer, your heart was beating fast. He was even more attractive than you'd remembered, dressed completely in white with a thin scarf wrapped around his neck, the top few buttons of his shirt undone revealing a toned, pale chest. You prepared yourself, put on your best bedroom eyes and waited.
But he just walked past you as though you were invisible.
You felt your heart sink. How could you have been so stupid? All the while you were imagining being with him you hadn't even stopped to consider whether he liked you back. Maybe he didn't even remember who you were.
Your excitement suffered at the loss, but you were still determined. Gunther had only been your first choice: there were plenty of other men for you to choose from.
Gathering yourself up you wandered toward the house, hoping there would be another suitor for you to take your chance with.
It was a completely different atmosphere inside. There was scarcely room to breathe the way people were pressed up against each other. Some clung to each other swaying to the crackling of the vinyl player, others were already attached at the hip, mouth pressing against mouth unashamedly. You were a little taken aback by the situation, and for a moment considered turning around for the safety of the open air.
You were just going to leave when a hand came to wrap around your wrist. Your captor was a tall man you didn't recognise, soft hair and dark eyes peering out at you through a haze of booze and cocaine.
"Aren't you a pretty little thing?" he chuckled, pulling you toward him. You were so surprised you completely froze, staring at him wide-eyed. "I didn't see you earlier. Where have you been hiding?"
You still couldn't respond. Without further warning his hand crept around to your back, slipping suddenly down to cup your ass. You jumped and tried to moved away from his touch but his grip around your wrist was too strong and held you in place.
"Come on, I can tell what you came here for. Let's go upstairs and you can show me what you're hiding under that dress."
Before he could hold you captive any longer, you pushed against his chest and turned back toward the door, speeding through the crowds and praying he wouldn't have the will to follow you.
You felt so disgusting. You just kept walking, walking despite the branches that scratched at your bare ankles, despite the way the air grew colder around you. After what must've been fifteen minutes you came to a cool creek, a small body of water glistening under the crescent moon. Exhausted and upset you threw your body down onto the grass like a dead weight, laying on your back and fixing your eyes to the dim stars.
You wanted to cry but your shame kept you in check: you were simply numb. The ghost of his touch at your ass made you want to be sick, the way he had looked at you like you were a piece of meat.
"Hey." You jolted upright, chest heaving.
For a second you'd worried he'd followed you out here, but the voice was softer, and when your eyes refocused you saw Gunther sitting across from you. Immediately you moved to wipe your eyes, looking down at your lap hoping he wouldn't see the wild look in your eyes.
"Are you alright?" he asked gently.
You nodded your head swiftly, still avoiding his eyes. Even from where he sat you could smell the sweet cologne he wore mixing with the cigarettes he'd smoked. A flush came to your cheek. "Yeah, I just needed a break."
He hummed a little. When you finally looked up his eyes were turned toward the water, hands absentmindedly playing with a blade of grass.
"I get that. It can be too much sometimes." Such a confession from him surprised you. You'd thought his stores of energy were endless, worried that he'd come to chastise you for being a social pariah. Rather you were met with a sweet, understanding smile.
"You're Paul's sister, right?"
He hadn't forgotten you. You gave him a genuine smile and nodded. Maybe he hadn't spent months thinking about you as you had him, but at the very least your face had lingered in his mind.
"He'd said he was bringing you but I couldn't find you earlier."
You watched him, furrowing your brows a little. Hadn't he walked right past you? The remorse in his voice was genuine - perhaps he genuinely hadn't noticed you.
"Where you looking for me?" you half-laughed.
He gave a shrug and a smile that was almost mischievous. "Maybe I was. I remember seeing you outside the cinema a few months back. You had that blue dress on, the one with the flowers." His voice quietened and he looked at the ground with a smile. "I thought you looked beautiful."
"But you walked right past me," you whispered, almost confused.
"What? When?"
"About half an hour ago."
"I did?" You nodded. His lips parted as if to speak, but the words failed to emerge.
"Don't worry about it. I just wish I'd know before I-" You stopped. Again the scene in the house passed through your mind and you felt your stomach churn.
"Before you-" You shook your head, declining to answer. "No tell me what happened."
"It's stupid.
"I'm sure it isn't."
"No, really." You took a swig from your bottle and tried to calm your nerves. Gunther looked at you expectedly. Fuck it. You sighed, training your lips to a straight line. "I came here tonight hoping to finally-" You trailed off, unsure of quite how to say it. Get fucked? Become a woman? Every phrase felt ridiculous. "Anyway, I'd hoped it would be with you and when I saw you ignore me I - well - explored other options." You finished your drink. "Let's just say it didn't exactly go to plan."
"You came here to lose your virginity?" Well that was one way to put it. Sheepishly you nodded, shame welling up in your eyes again. Why you had decided to finally confess your intentions to him you didn't know, but now there was nothing to hide.
You wondered if he would laugh at you, even giving him a moment to process your words. Rather than speak, Gunther slowly moved toward you until he was all-but pressed against your side. Finally you looked at him, his pale eyes damp with sincerity, his expression genuine.
Gently, quite unlike the caresses of your earlier attempt, Gunther reached out a soft hand to cup your cheek, leaning into press a chaste kiss to your lips, testing the water. You could've cried from relief, the feeling of him against you everything you'd imagined and more. Once he got the go ahead he began to slowly kiss you, fingers drawing back to run across your scalp, playing in the soft recesses of your hair. His breath was warm against you. Soon his tongue pressed against your lips, asking for permission before dipping in your mouth, tasting the lingering cherry from your lip gloss. Both of your bodies were warm and his pale skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat beneath his white cotton shirt.
Your confidence and want grew as he continued to kiss you and reluctantly you finally pulled away. Gunther looked at you concerned but watched with interest as you drew yourself up to stand above him.
Though your heart was going ten to the dozen the way he was looking at you gave you the confidence to go ahead, and with trembling hands you lowered the straps of your dress. Part of you still worried he would reject you, even worse so that he may be put-off by your body, but you had made up your mind.
Gunther's mouth parted as he took in your naked frame in the moonlight.
A few moment's silence ensued before he whispered, "Mein Gott."
You gave a nervous smile. This still felt very out of character for you, but he looked at you as one looks at an alter and you'd never felt more adored. Gunther moved to sit on his knees before you, looking up at you through thick lashes. Tentatively he raised his hands to your hips, gently tracing up to your waist. He leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to your hip, lingering for a moment before continuing across your stomach. Your breath hitched at his soft touches, your every nerve on edge. His touches were featherlight and he took his time with you, handling you as if you were a delicate antique.
"You're exquisite," he whispered against your skin. You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as your desire began to build, needing more of him.
As if reading your mind, Gunther ushered you back down to lay on your back, crawling over your warm frame and resuming his kisses. A hand trailed down from your breast to your pelvis, carefully settling between your legs. The contact was sudden and you gasped into his mouth as he began to draw soft circles against your clit.
"I'm going to take such good care of you," he whispered, moving to press warm kisses to your ear. You could only whine in response. His thumb continued its movements against your sweet spot as he slipped a finger inside your sex, the sudden stretch making your eyes slam shut.
"Shh," he muttered, his other hand coming to grip at your hip. "It'll feel good, I promise. You're so beautiful for me." He moved his lips back to yours, swallowing your small whines as the pain gave way to pleasure. Gunther smiled against you, quickening his pace once he had the green light. A sweet pressure began to grow at the pit of your stomach, and without knowing what you were doing you began to buck your hips up against his. He groaned at the friction, but held himself back. Your pleasure was his utmost concern and he wasn't about to make you feel uncomfortable again.
"Please," you whispered when you couldn't take it anymore. Pulling away, Gunther hovered over you, deliberation in his eyes. "Please, I need you. I want it to be you."
"Are you sure?" Eagerly you nodded. His lips came back to yours, this time with urgency as you worked in tandem to free him from his slacks. You felt his length brush against your thigh and a moment of panic washed over you. Maybe this was all too much, maybe-
But no. This was right: this felt right.
He felt right.
"This might hurt a little," he muttered. "But I promise I'll make you feel so good. So pretty, schatz."
Slowly he eased into you, letting out a shaky breath as you stretched around him. Your hands flew to the back of his shirt at the dull ache, bundling up your fists in the material. It took all the strength he had to keep his movements slow, but after all savouring the moment was in his best interests too.
"Mein Gott," he groaned. "You're so tight, fuck."
Your head fell against the grass, breath coming in hard and heavy. The pain was dying away and soon enough your whimpers turned to moans, and you found yourself bucking up into his movements. Smiling, Gunther lowered his body down onto yours, pressing his forehead against yours as he continued fucking into you. His pace quickened as soon as he saw you relaxing against him.
"That's it, you feel so good." His praise spurred you on and you moved to wrap your legs around his waist, giving him better leverage to bury himself within you.
It wasn't long before his thrusts grew erratic, abandoning his earlier rhythm in favour of irregular dives. The head of his shaft brushed against your sweet spot and when he returned a long finger to your clit, you couldn't hold back anymore. With a cry you reached your hand into his soft hair, gripping tight as he fucked you through your orgasm. His high came shortly after yours, warm seed spilling inside you as he rested against your lips.
You ran your hand along his back as he came down from his orgasm. His skin was soft beneath your touch, the bumps of his moles like mountaintops along his spine.
Gunther hovered above you still before reaching out a hand to stroke loose hair from your face. "Stay here with me."
