The Familiar Stranger
4831 words | Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (no y/n)
Summary: Nothing good could come from Dieter Bravo showing up at your doorstep in the middle of the night. You have every reason imaginable to just tell him to beat it. But, then again, you never could say no to that face of his.
Tags/Warnings: 18+ mdni. Feels like dubcon but everything is consensual (tagged more so as an abundance of caution), protected piv, oral (f! and m!receiving), breastplay, he can be a little wicked, their relationship is so unhealthy it’s ridiculous, seduction
A/N: Hey there! Long time no see! It’s been a while since I had the chance to write since getting into school but this idea hit me like a train in the middle of the night a while ago and it hasn’t let me go since. I’m hoping this semester will be a lighter workload so I can get back to doing what I love but we’ll see. Either way, glad to be back and I hope you enjoy!
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You had tried to warn her, just like you had all the other partners, all the other spouses that followed you. Tried to give her fair warning of what she was signing up for by marrying Dieter Bravo. Prepare her for the reality that their marriage could never turn out the way you know she had planned it would, how you're sure she is still hoping it will. That try as she might, he would never be fully hers. That he has these destructive patterns, these vices, that he can't break himself free of. Not that he has ever felt the need to even despite its consequences.
You, of course, being one of these said vices, despite your own feelings on the matter. His first love, first divorcee, the mother of his child. The one that could never quite get away. It’s not like you want this for her, hell, you don’t want this even for yourself but it’s not like you ever had a choice.
But you warned her anyway, and she wouldn’t listen. Wouldn’t heed your advice and they were married within the span of months.
You had tried to warn her that this would happen. It was only a matter of time.
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There’s a sudden knocking noise.
You slightly jolt awake, bleary eyes opening to the bright light of the tv blaring in front of you before looking around to realize you’re in your living room. Must have fallen asleep watching your show again.
Another round of knocking.
Checking the time on your phone, it reads at 1:43 am. God, who would be here at this hour? You peel off those warm blankets snuggled around you as you tear yourself from your well-loved, worn corner of the couch. Tying your light robe around you just a bit tighter as you walk over to investigate the disturbance.
Just as you are about to reach for the handle, you hear a low, desperate plea from the other side, “Love, please…”.
You audibly sigh, resting your forehead against the door. Just walk away. Nothing good could come from whatever is waiting for you on the opposite side of this door. You should just pretend you didn’t hear anything, just head to bed knowing you did the right thing.
But, it’s Dieter.
You close your eyes as you take one last deep breath. It’s all about self-control. Be calm, be curt, be strong. With any luck, he’ll be on his way in a matter of minutes.
You slowly creep the door open, hands trembling slightly, revealing that all too familiar figure with his back resting against your doorframe. The porch light casting a golden glow over his dark hair, ruffled in every direction as you're sure he's been pulling at it. He turns his head to the sound of the door until those big, saddened eyes of his make your heart constrict in your chest. Growing tighter as you watch as his lips grow into that small, hopeful smile as he takes you in.
The eye contact becomes too much, you have to shift your focus away as he peels himself from the frame to greet you fully. You start gripping the wood of the door like a lifeline.
Clearing your throat before you finally speak up, "Dieter, you shouldn't be here. We've talked about this. We can’t be doing with this with—"
"—I wasn’t sure if you'd open the door, but… I’m so glad you did." The soft sincerity in his voice forces a dent into the armor of your resolve.
You sigh while you cross your arms over your chest, "Please, just go home. Davie's therapist said—"
"Yeah, yeah, I know what she said. I just can’t…” He sighs, “I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t need you. You know that right?” He slightly lowers his knees to catch your eyes again, then slowly reaches for your arm. You back up just enough to escape his hold and you can see the hope momentarily falter in his gaze.
"Don't do that. You and I both know there is absolutely nothing but trouble for either of us with you being here this late." You pull on the sleeves of your robe, as if that would be the shield that would be able to protect you here.
Dieter's hand comes up to rub at his forehead, "I just need to talk. To you. That's all." You scoff and roll your eyes but he continues on, "No, honestly. I have no one else I can go to about this. About her."
Your heart tightens up for a second at the mention of her, but it’s a good reminder of your purpose here, "Well then go find a therapist! We can't keep doing this Dieter! Or grow up and talk to your wife! Whatever this is about, I am sure it can wait until the morning." You start to back away a bit to close the door but Dieter stops your action with his hand. Keeping it open seemingly out of defense more than anything.
"It can't wait! And there is no one I could even go to this late." His eyes start to sparkle with the light bouncing off the tears forming in his eyes, "Come on, I really need this... please."
And that desperate plea is the true shot in the heart. Piercing through any amount of remaining conviction you had to leave him to his lonesome. His words hung in the air, heavy with both longing and strife while you both wait for your next move.
You stare into the sorrowful orbs of his, taking in the sheer amount of raw emotion written all over his face. Whatever events or conflicts that led him to your doorstep must have really struck a chord in him. That look of pain, guilt, but most notably, overwhelming sadness is one you've never been able to refuse, your own true weakness. It pains you to witness the heartache you know he's experiencing. No matter the number of times he’s come to you like this, it’s held the same amount of power over you. Tonight is no exception.
Your fingers itch with the urge to soothe the worry brows but you resist and instead release a deep, resigned sigh. Instead, turning around and walking further inside, leaving the door open in your wake.
Dieter needed no further invitation as he followed you in, quietly closing the door behind trailing on after you towards the kitchen. He watches as you start to climb up on top of the countertops to start rummaging through your cupboards, “Hot cocoa or tea?”
Coming up behind you, his hands lightly holding around your waist with the silent excuse of wanting to hold you steady “Hot cocoa please, my love.”
You turn around to look him in the eyes, “Don’t call me that.”
The two of you fall back into silence as you finally grab the hot chocolate mix and two mugs and hop down to the ground. You both go about your usual script as he finds his chair at your kitchen table as you start to work on heating the milk.
Watching you from the distance, he looks over at you like you’re his sun, moon, and stars. She would never do this. Of course not. Wouldn’t even come to mind for her, even if he did tell her what to do. But it did for you, it does every time he makes his way back over here like this. It’s an old habit, but one you picked up on early in your relationship. Something warm and cozy to sip on when the going got hard. At the beginning of his career, there were too many nights to count spent with one another in your shared, shitty, small one-bedroom apartment with mugs in hand as you would talk about the stresses of auditioning and his fears revolving around breaking into the industry.
You have always been so good to him. He's pulled from his thoughts as a mug is placed in front of him.
“Careful, it’s hot.” You go to step away but he softly grabs hold of your forearm.
“The couch?” That wishful tone and eyes of his will not grant you any peace. You silently nod and lead the two of you over to your designated spots on the soft couch.
As Dieter reaches for the blanket you were snuggled in earlier, you bundle yourself up tighter in your robe. “So, what’s going on?”
Dieter exasperatedly sighs and drops his head into his shoulder, hiding his face from you as much as he can.. “I just can’t do this anymore…”
He then goes on to tell you every mistake and perceived slight she's ever made against him. Every inconvenience she's caused and every way she has could have possibly done him wrong. And it's a convincing act, a part he plays too well as you watch the tears well and have to sit and listen to the resignation and torment in his voice.
“But, more than anything, she's just not you!” And with those words, your eyes blown wide like a deer in headlights as yours immediately connect with his staring back at you with such intensity. You nearly forget to breathe, all of your muscles stiffen as you sit back completely frozen.
Dieter dashes to rip the blanket off of him and place his mug on the ground below. He scooches close to you and reaches for your hands tightly clinging to your own mug. However, the moment you feel his warm touch, he’s easily able to pull it from you and take it out of sight. “There’s no one like you. No one. I’ve tried and I keep searching… but I can’t keep pretending like you are not the one for me, my love.”
His warmth feels so genuine it burns through your defenses. In sheer moments, your icy wall of protection melts under his sincerity. Your hand comes up to brush over the tired scruff on his cheek, taking a second to notice it growing greyer than last time.
“Dieter, I–”
His hand snakes up to completely cover your own which pulls your attention back to those sweet, deep brown orbs of his. The soft smile that blooms there serves as the final piece to the beautiful trap he laid before you.
And you never stood a chance.
He slowly leans in even closer so his nose just graces your own, your eyes drooping low to match his. It's then that Dieter’s lips press against yours, hesitant at first, as though he's waiting for some resistance but he's met with none. In fact, you allow yourself to be lured deeper into his web as your fingers curl tight into dark, messy locks.
His kiss grows more fervent, a desperate need seeping through every movement, and you realize he’s not just kissing you—he’s consuming you. His arms snake around your waist as he leans into you, his weight pressing you deeper into the cushions. Your back meets the arm of the sofa, and his body effectively cages you there.
It should feel suffocating, should feel stifling, but in all honesty, it's freeing finally being allowed to give in. No point in pretending you don’t crave this just as much as he does. The one temptation you had sworn off for good for so many reasons, but one that you can ever fully let go.
The two of you finally part as you try to catch your breath. You pant in his ear as Dieter’s lips find their way to the corner of your mouth, trailing slow, deliberate kisses down your jawline. The scrape of his scruff grazes your skin with every movement, leaving a delicious rug-burn sensation in its wake. You tilt your head back instinctively, granting him access, and he takes it with a soft hum of approval, his lips lingering at the sensitive spot just below your ear.
“God, I’ve missed this,” he lowly whispers against your skin, his words barely audible but their effect still present. Utterly consumed by his touch, by his overwhelming presence that you have no more room to think. Dieter continues his slow, delicious assault on your neck as he trails down the length of your throat.
Suddenly, a warm pressure is placed on your stomach, not as painful as it was shocking, but causing you to quietly hiss nonetheless. His lips immediately shoot up to yours once again to stifle your surprise. It isn’t until the pressure moves upward that you look down to realize your robe lies untied around you, your loose shirt lifting up as his hand eases higher.
The realization causes your lips to upturn against his. You manage to wrangle your left hand free from him while you playfully nip at his bottom lip. His eyes open to meet yours when your hand meets his under your shirt. You watch his eyes flick down to watch as you drag it to cup your breast, palming it with him as he stares at the clothed scene in wonder. He then hesitantly toys with it as if waiting for you to pull him away.
Instead, you smirk devilishly at him, “What’s wrong, Dee? I know this isn’t your first time.” You peel your hand away from his to finally lift your shirt enough to reveal your pillowy flesh.
Your taunt draws his gaze back up to yours where his smile turns into something a little more sinister. You catch the glint in his eye that you’re sure wasn’t there before. His hand goes from its gentle embrace to a strong, powerful hold as he grips onto you.
You gasp and careen your neck away from him in response whilst he then dives into your other innocent breast. Taking the poor nub in whole as if he plans to swallow it whole until he releases it only to continue his barrage by lapping and teething at it. Once he’s completed his torture as he sees fit, he switches over and starts anew. All you can do is look away and endure the onslaught, biting onto your wrist in a worthless effort to control yourself.
With a final pop, he pulls off of your chest, satisfied he clinched that rebellion of yours. Dieter lifts his face to place one last searing kiss on your lips before he starts climbing off of you. You look up at him confused until he offers his hand out for you.
“What’s coming next is gonna need more room than just the couch.” His low, lustful grumble reverberates down your spine. You quickly shove your shirt back down and take his hand, allowing him to pull you up next to him. Dieter gestures you forward, letting you lead the way. Refusing to give up any ounce of contact, you grab hold of his hand as you both quietly make your way to your bedroom down the hallway.
Upon crossing the threshold, you do your part by starting to piece off your robe and pajama pants while Dieter shuts the door behind you both. Just as you grab hold of the hem of your shirt, you feel him come up around your shoulder, his hands coming up next to yours to help you pull yourself free. He leaves a soft kiss on the side of your neck before you push him away to go take a seat on the bed.
Dieter wastes no time catching up to you as he immediately starts stripping down to his socks, haphazardly throwing his clothes around the room like he’ll never need them again. You nonchalantly shake your head at his antics as he comes over to lie down next to you, his arm folded up behind his head.
You decide to flip around, situating yourself half on top of him, one of your legs draped between his. Your lips connect once again, slotting together in that perfect rhythm almost as if they were made to do so. His free hand coming up to the back of your head to keep you there while your hand travels down to meet his waiting member.
Dieter sucks in a sharp breath the moment you make contact while you take turns lazily scraping your nails up his length and teasing and tugging at his balls. At this point, he struggles to get enough air in as his breathing becomes heavier against you so you benevolently pull yourself away when he lets you go. Climbing down his body to join your hands down below. You make an obscene display as you start to pump up and down his length while he keeps his eyes on you, watching in marvel at the way you begin oogling his cock in front of you.
“Oh baby, please, don’t make me beg—aaah!” A stifled cry escapes him as you wrap your lips around the tip. Your hands continue their work as you drag your tongue around the curvature of the head like it’s your job. As you begin to take more of him in, you watch the quickening of his chest moving up and down, knowing how much he’s struggling to control himself as you move further and further down.
Eventually, you get far enough down, your hands are relieved of their duty as one floats down to continue massaging his balls. The other comes to rest on his stomach. Dieter’s hands fly to yours there, holding onto it like a lifeline as you work to finish him off.
“Oh god, oh god, oh, oh my–please, I can't…wait!”
You immediately look back up at him, pulling yourself off of him, concerned to see if he’s ok.
He pants as he swings his arm over his eyes, “I want to get to you too–” He swallows, “won’t be able to if i’m done this quick. Not as young as I used to be…”
“Oh, honey, did I get too carried away?”
Dieter picks up his arm so he can look right at you, “Not at all, baby, just don’t want the fun to be over is all.” He sits himself up onto his elbows and looks over your naked form once again, “That means it’s your turn.”
You giggle for a second before Dieter’s got your arm in hand and starts physically dragging you up his body. “Dieter!” You laugh, “what are you doing?”
He positions you as best he can right above him, “Sit down, been way too long since I’ve had a taste.”
“Dee, we don’t need to–oh!” Dieter fully pulls you down on top of his face so as to begin his affront. Your immediate reaction is to try to pull yourself free so he can breathe, but he won’t let up. He buries himself deeper in your drenched walls than ever before, his tongue coasting through your folds as if he is trying to not let even a drop of you behind. His nose continuously bumps up against your clit, adding to the madness brewing within you.
You don’t deign to leave this sweet corruption occurring below again, your hands flying to his hair below you as you grip onto both him and the headboard in front of you like a vice.
You softly plead out his name almost to the point of exhaustion until your orgasm finally falls over you. Dieter continues to lick after the new wave of wet until you’re patting his hands to let you free. He does indeed free you and you pull off, the two of you both gasping for air, your legs are still shaking as you slump against the headboard. You're faced the other direction, so you miss his Dieter flips onto his front, all content with himself. As he watches you, he can't seem to fight his impulses as he takes two fingers and quickly drags them through your folds one last time, causing you to whimper above him.
You turn around to see those mischievous eyes of his and laugh out a little “you bastard.”
That gets him to start openly grinning, “You know I've always been a fan of my sweets,” he responds as he happily pops his fingers into his mouth for that final taste.
Once you've gotten your strength back, you start to backpedal down next to him on the bed. The two of you both turn on your sides to face each other, your gazes locked onto each other. Dieter takes the move of looping around you, gathering your ass in his hand, and pulls you right up against him. You loop your leg to wrap around his ass as he captures your lips in a lazy kiss.
His lips break from yours as he leisurely starts pebbling his lips down your neck, nibbling your skin here and there to pull an amused hum out of you. Then, without peeling away from you, he starts slowly moving up from his place on the bed to climb over you, slotting himself between your legs as you welcome him further into your space.
You hear a rustling over next to you as Dieter starts searching the top shelf of your nightstand for the condoms he knows are there. He reaches and keeps struggling which causes you both to giggle.
Once he’s finally got it, he looks down at you all full of himself, “Are you ready?”
And you can’t quite find the words to respond back to him, hoping your approving hum and nodding is enough of an answer for him. It seems to be as he comes up to peck the tip of your nose before you feel him line himself up to your entrance. Your eyes flicker down to watch the action and your hand comes up to hold his cheek above you in encouragement.
You unconsciously take in a deep breath before he starts to slowly push in as far as he can. Once he is fully seated within you, you look up at his eyes once again to see him staring down at where the two of you connect. His breath against your chest is growing ever faster until your hand on his face goes to soothe his back along his spine.
It’s then his eyes come back up to see you again, a genuine smile on his face, the same one he had when you first started making love. It warms your heart to no end. You reflect that smile right back to him and mouth the words “go ahead”.
Dieter nods and immediately responds, carefully drawing himself in and out of you. The friction is intense. What started as you taking deep breaths between strokes turns into a near constant stream of moans and whimpers pouring out of you especially as he quickens his pace. Your soothing hand searches desperately for an anchor as you pull him down into your chest, your arms wrap and find purchase into his muffled hair.
Dieter leans down to kiss the space between your breasts as he momentarily slows down his rhythm, “Shh, baby, shh. You have to be quiet.” You whimper and nod above him as one of his hands goes to bury itself under your head.
You’re able to release your hold on him and usher him up to meet you once again in a kiss, hoping he’ll be able to muffle any noises you are trying so hard to stop. He happily complies with your wordless wish, continuing his laxed speed for your sake.
You’re finally able to find your voice after you’ve cooled down enough, pausing your kiss to whisper, “Go faster, let me take it.”
Dieter then offers you a wink before picking up his pace once more. He pulls his arms back from their place around you, trailing down the length of your body before he starts pushing up on the back of your thighs. He swiftly moves you into a mating press position and if you thought this was intense earlier, it only got better. Your hands fly to cover your own mouth as your repetitive moans threaten to grow louder at the new sensation.
Your eyes blown wide as you look up at him, he’s clearly getting to be just as worked up as you are. You can tell he knows you’re just about to reach your limit and sees it as a challenge. He releases your right leg, his hand then running down to your clit, working at it skillfully as he continuous to fuck into you.
“C’mon baby, cum for me. Let me feel her.”
All you can do is nod frantically back at him but your body gives in to the pleasure. Your orgasm washes over you in waves of intense release and relief.
Dieter, himself, is only a moment or so behind you before he reaches his peak as well. Ripping the condom off to chuck it who knows where before he rolls over to avoid collapsing on top of you.
The two of you slump back onto the bed exhausted. Lying down next to each other as you both face the ceiling. Your chests searching for breath once again.
“God, it's just incredible every time.”
You huff out a tired laugh, “Yeah, no kidding.”
His hand blindly finds yours on the bed, weaving your fingers together, your one connection to one another as the two of you lay there quietly for what feels like eternity.
His low timbre finally breaks the silence, “I wish things were always like this.” His hand lightly squeezes yours while his head falls to look over at you once again.
You sigh, “Me too,” your hand slipping out of his to then cover your eyes.
You feel the mattress move and bend, you don't need to see to know he's turned now to completely face you.
“So why can't we?”
“Dieter—”
“No, but really. How many times are we gonna play this game before we just admit we’re meant to be? You know it, I know it.” He takes the hand over your eyes and holds it in both of his as he leans down to kiss it. “I love you. You can keep pretending, but we both know you love me too.”
“Oh Dieter, stop it.” You pull your hand away from him, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and pushing yourself off to go find some sort of covering.
Dieter sits up on the bed, watching you throw your discarded robe and panties back on while you begin to pace, “Why? You know it's true–”
“Aren't you forgetting you have a WIFE?” You stop pacing to fully face him, “A wife waiting at home for you as we speak? The reason you came here in the first place?”
“Is that what this is all about? Because if you need her out, she can be gone by morning.”
“No, no! Dee, you're not listening. There are so many reasons why this won't work. Why it's never been able to work between us!”
“You are the mother of my child. The three of us are a family. What could be more important than that?”
“How about the fact that–”
A noise. Down the hall. The creak of a door followed by the pitter-patter of footprints past your room over to the living room. The two of you silently stare at your bedroom door until you hear the steps go out and towards the kitchen out of earshot.
A beat later, a renewed sense of resolve comes flooding over you. You turn your head to face him, your eyes staring daggers into his. In a firm, hushed tone, you lay down the law, “I’m not debating this with you. You need to leave. Now. I will not have us screw with Davie’s head because we can't seem to keep it in our pants.” You start picking up his clothes and throwing them in front of him on the bed. Not giving him the satisfaction of looking into your eyes any longer.
“But, my love…”
“No.” You gesture between the two of you, “This CAN NOT happen, it WILL NOT happen. There will be no more discussion on the matter. You need to go.”
“How am I supposed to–”
“Immediately, Dieter. You know the way out. I don't want to see you when I get back.” And with that, you adjust the knot around yourself one last time before you go out to check on your child.
What you miss is the way Dieter longingly stares out at the door while he's putting his clothes back on. The way he listens for the sound of your footsteps as he opens the window. The way he whispers your name under his breath before he climbs out of the place he once called home. How his hands shake as he tries to start his car only so he could drive off to the woman he knows could never replace you.