Felonies, Facades, and Another Word that Starts with "F"
Fic Summary: When you started out as the newest member of Hans Gruber's gang, there were some things that were to be expected from the job. Other things you hadn't prepared for. They all led to one thing that you realized you wanted more than you let on. But was that the case for Hans?
Pairing: Hans Gruber x GN! Reader
Content Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Blood, Smut (To get into specifics: Praise Kink, Suit Kink, Blood Kink (if you squint), Hand Kink (also if you squint), Voice Kink (sure basically) Rough Sex, Ambiguous Penetration (This is dependent on how you project the gender to be so its either Anal or Vaginal Sex/Fingering I STUCK WITH THE GN)
Notes:
There's a lot of thoughts that I have about this being my first attempt at smut and sharing it with others to read, I did not think this would ever happened. But I don't want to keep you waiting too much for it. I put my thoughts on ao3 if you wanna check but also if you've been keeping up to date with my ramblings/tags you could see my thought process on it all. Just again to preface a few things; 1) It's gender-neutral but in a way I feel is easy to project 2) There's German words and phrases that I did my best with in spelling and usage.
Read on Ao3 or below the cut:
Today, you reminded yourself, getting the equipment you needed into the car. All you had to do was get through today, and you could get a break from your work. Get a break from being around him.
If either of you had a different occupation, if it was under different circumstances, if either of you were different, you wouldn’t be dreading having to be by Hans Gruber. You’d enjoy the feelings that he’d stirred within you and likely would have made a move sooner. However, being that the two of you were professional thieves working to commit a heist today, that wouldn’t happen. For you, this was hardly the time and place to be acting like a child in grade school who had a crush on a fellow classmate.
You scoffed at yourself as you began driving.
Crush.
The word “crush” wouldn’t be the correct term for what you felt for him. That word implied something pure. This wasn’t. What you felt was a deep, lustful attraction that made your insides burn with an intense, raw desire that kept you up at night. Nothing about any of these emotions you felt towards him classified as anything pure. It’s not like you wanted to go out on public dates, hold his hand, or kiss him goodnight. What you wanted to do with him- no, to him, and what you wanted him to do to you could keep a priest in a confessional booth busy for a week.
You nearly missed the turn to the rendezvous point from even entertaining those thoughts. You let out a frustrated groan as you tried to collect yourself and rerouted.
As you finally made it to the discreet parking spot, you grabbed out your duffle bags and casually walked to the average looking moving truck you all would be driven in. Your breath got caught in your throat as you could recognize Hans standing by the trucks pull up doors.
When you were recruited into his gang, and upon meeting him for the first time, it was easy to think to yourself that he was an attractive man. Tall, clean, professional- bonus points for him wearing a suit, you did always like that. Overall, he had a constant air of this refined elegance that would draw you to a simple conclusion; He was good-looking. But it wasn’t a profound observation, anyone who was smart could recognize that. Which you are. You wouldn’t have gotten into the gang otherwise.
Today was no different in terms of his appearance. He dressed himself up nicely, and to any unsuspecting civilian, they wouldn’t think much of him. You found that amusing. There’s no doubt in your mind he used his good looks to get away with things or be able to pull the strings that he needed to.
He noticed you and hit the truck once, signaling someone to open it up and let you in.
“Do you have everything?” Hans questioned as the door rolled up.
You barely gave him acknowledgement as you simply lifted the duffle bag and nodded and climbed into the truck.
A few of the other men were already inside. You didn’t all want to show up at once to draw suspicion. A couple were already at the location to get things started. But you were missing a few.
“Where’s Karl and Tony?” You asked as you kneeled and opened the bag. You already had double-checked that there was enough ammunition and that the radios worked. But you needed to distract yourself. It had been easy at first to brush off Hans’s looks, as you could say that a good amount of the other men within the group were attractive too.
“Not here, clearly.” Marco remarked. You shot him an unamused look, who gave you a shit eating grin.
Some weren’t as classy as Hans though, you thought.
“Likely arguing about who’s going to bring the spare cars. They wouldn’t shut up about it at the last meeting.” Heinrich said, as he leaned against one of the boxes.
“They better keep that brother rivalry to a minimum this time,” Franco commented, as he went to close the door again for the time being. “Or we gotta cut one loose.”
“Then there will be an argument on who has to go.” Hans muttered right before it shut.
You hated how your ears only perked up at the sound of his voice. You felt you could lose yourself in it. Whenever he spoke, either discussing the inner workings of the target buildings or the step-by-step instructions, it didn’t matter; You could sit and listen for as long as possible.
Though now, “listening” would be an exaggeration. Of course, there were times when you had to pay attention, but focusing too much on his voice led your mind to other things he could be saying to you. It was a shame. Seeing his mind at work, carefully planning heists, him having this sense of preciseness, it was a wonder to witness. It did end up aiding in that attractiveness, along with his voice. But initially, you rationalized to yourself that you were just feeling lonely. This line of work wasn’t easy to have a partner on the side. Unless they knew what you did. And rarely did they ever.
You wish you could do what you did during those early weeks of starting off and paid these other factors of attractiveness no mind. Believe that you just needed to get out, connect with the more ‘normal’ friends you had. Have a few one-night flings if you are that lonely.
Not long after, Hans hit the truck again. Franco got up to open it.
“Quick for thirty make a bet on who lost.” Marco said.
You and Uli said “Karl” in unison while Heinrich and James said “Tony” without missing a beat.
“I’m going Tony.” Marco said, then pointed to Franco, who ignored him and opened the door.
It was Karl.
Being ninety dollars richer was chump change compared to what the expected take was going to be. But it was amusing to see Marco slam his fist against the truck’s walls.
Once Karl and Hans got in and the doors closed, the truck began moving and Hans quickly ran over what was going to happen. You already knew the intricacies of the plan. But your mind had focused on the fact that you would have to be working closely with him throughout this heist. Compared to the last heist, which was your first, there were going to be more security guards. He needed someone to watch his back, he told you. You agreed to it, but in your mind, your thoughts were racing on how this was going to be a difficult time for you.
Not because of lack of skill. But because of what happened during your first heist with them. After having occasional but easily dismissible thoughts about Hans during those months of planning. Once you saw him at work for the first time, you knew at once you were completely, utterly fucked.
His commanding presence he had during the planning was pushed to the max. His calculated and confidence he had over his control over the whole situation. And by God how he could use his gun.
You recalled when things had slightly gone awry, and he had to kill someone. You saw him shoot the man without hesitation. The man had fell forward onto him, getting some blood on his clothing. He pushed him off, and you could hear him mutter in irritation about how he didn’t want his suit ruined. In staring at him, your immediate thought was how you wanted to be the one to ruin his suit.
You wanted to immediately shoot yourself for that thought and having it during the job no less. You hoped and prayed to whatever you could believe in that moment that it wasn’t one of those “Freudian Slips” you heard about. It was a tense situation, seeing that the kill caused a disruption in the plans. Your mind must have been trying to work through it. That’s all. Nothing more.
But throughout the whole heist, those kinds of thoughts didn’t go away; They only got worse.
His commanding voice over the radio telling you what needed to be done. The way he still tried to keep up his perfect appearance such as fixing his hair over the course of the robbery. The small moments where he raised his voice in both English and German when things were starting to get intense. And when it was over, when all of you got out of the building and he sent a wild, dangerous smirk to you, knowing that things went according to plan, it cemented in your mind that your thoughts weren’t one off.
The sigh of relief you had once the mission was completely over had not been for the same reason that the others let out sighs. For you, it meant that you could get away for a little bit to regain your control over your thoughts and feelings. Of course, that went all out the window when Hans pulled you aside to congratulate you on a first job well done with him.
Safe to say you had practically released yourself once you barely made your way through the front door of your home and went to bed in shame.
You worried in the back of your mind that this job was likely going to result in the same outcome as that night, only tenfold.
After moments of driving, you all could feel the truck come to a stop, signaling that you were near the location. One of the more upscale banks in the city. You had already passed out the equipment to everyone, and so Franco opened the door again. One by one you all exited the truck.
A rush of exhilaration hit you, making you remember why despite the dread of having to come back to work with Hans, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. You loved this line of work. So, the day after your initial heist, you made use of your skills in deceit and acting to bury any of those feelings deep down to maintain an appropriate relationship with him. Only speaking when spoken to, offering polite but short conversations with him. Never went out of line to what was considered professional.
However, your heart began pounding for a different reason, as you all began to disperse into the groups that were made during the planning. Karl, Franco, Marco and Uli were set to go in the front to cause the controlled chaos to distract the unsuspecting patrons and security guards. James and Heinrich were set to take the sides to make sure no one had tried to make an escape while looking out for the police. Alexander was to quickly run interference with Theo and Eddie, who, if things had gone smoothly, were already in the building, and then came back to Fritz who was running the truck. They would both be waiting for Tony and Kristoff, who would have the spare cars, who would also start to load the truck with what had been in the bank vaults.
It would be up to you and Hans to secure the route from the back.
The two of you waited by the back entrance, Hans began to set his radio to the channel frequency that the guards had on, as Theo told him in the days prior and was hopefully at this point listening in on the channel as well. You prepared by getting your gun out and making sure the magazine was loaded.
Looking back up, you caught the brief second of Hans looking over to you, or more towards your hands as you worked the gun. Just as quickly as you caught it, he looked up to meet your gaze.
“Bist du bereit?” He asked.
There were practical benefits to being around him. You were able to catch onto German phrases and words he said at times. And being a fast learner, you would say you were efficient enough in it.
You nodded. “Ich bin bereit.”
He got the gleam in his eyes that he had during the times that he was planning for this. You knew well by now that he was just as excited as you were, despite the calm demeanor he always kept on.
That’s one of the things that intrigued you to him and found increasingly attractive. Despite the professional appearance he kept on, how he always seemed annoyed by the others when they acted out, you could tell he enjoyed the chaotic nature of this work. He was in his element. And you realized this quickly as he often sought out your company. Which often ruined your attempts to try to maintain that professional, appropriate relationship.
You were certain it was because you were new in his gang, and he wanted to know what assets you brought. And you could say you brought a lot. For this heist he had asked you for aid in planning it out. Throughout the times you were with him, he valued what you had to say, always maintaining eye contact, never shooting down your ideas. It was nice to know your talents weren’t going to waste. Still, that proximity whenever he invited you into his office to work with him was rough. You constantly had to fight down the thoughts of wanting to jump at him and have him on his desk.
Just like now, you were fighting an urge to lunge at him. You just looked ahead at the door. Not long after, from the distance you could hear the faint gunshots and shouting, then soon after the yelling from the guards. Hans quickly switched over to the channel that Theo had planned to be on.
“Go ahead.” You could hear the upbeat manner in Theo’s voice over the radio.
Hans made his way first and you followed suit. Security guards were likely to be trying to deal with what was going on in the front, but it was likely they were making their way through to secure all of the exits. So, the two of you had to be quick and careful. Not that either of you would’ve mind having a body count by the end of this, but it would make things easier not to.
The building would normally have gone on lockdown by this point, but with Theo having gotten here early using well-made ID’s, he made sure the back exit wasn’t. You could imagine he was sitting in the security room, feet on the desk while watching over the cameras and having control over the locks. Including the bank vaults.
In no time you made it to the bank vaults, seeing the extra bags Eddie had placed in a discreet location on the morning of when arriving with Theo to get this heist started. Seeing that there was now extra room in your personal duffle bag, you placed it down onto the table and waited for the clear ahead to start opening the vaults up.
Hans took note of what you were doing. “Quick thinking. Now our projected take could increase if we make haste.”
Despite your best efforts to maintain that professional and appropriate distance, you couldn’t help at times to engage with him, just to get a rise out of him and to satisfy yourself. But other times he was also good company to engage with. Always having something to say yet never wasting his breath. It felt like a good engagement of your intellect whenever you talked with him.
“No, it will still be the same.” You spoke.
“How so?” He furrowed his brows.
“Simple. This duffle bag has been mine for years. So, whatever I put in there will be mine.”
You weren’t serious, as much as you wanted to be. And he could see that, as he sent an amused grin to you. It wasn’t often that he cracked a smile at anyone else. At least anyone that he knew. The strangers Hans would have to snake his way through with a polite smile and fake laughter. Really the only person you ever saw him smile at was Theo during your time in the gang. Perhaps something about your sense of humor was compatible with his, as you could make him laugh during the times when you were able to keep down your more perverse thoughts about him.
Though, at times, the more perverse thoughts were preferable. Because in those moments when he did laugh, or even smiled genuinely, you could feel your heart leap a bit. As time went on, you found yourself staring at him and getting an urge to find out what made him tick. To know him more intimately.
These thoughts that you couldn’t pinpoint, or even wanted to, were a lot more embarrassing somehow. At least the lustful thoughts were straightforward. But the other feelings you got when you looked at him weren’t. It was ridiculous. As you waited for Theo’s signal, you had to remind yourself that this was not the time or place to have any kinds of feelings, impure or otherwise.
Luckily, Theo gave you the clear ahead to get started and you and Hans began to quickly open the vaults and start stuffing the bags as much as you could.
Even actively knowing you had to fight off the urges and focus on the tasks at hand, you couldn’t help but sneak glances in his direction. Unsurprisingly, you found yourself facing the same problems previously. Only now, you were getting a better view than the previous heist, on a lot of things. You could see the payoff of those times he explained how he was to execute his plan. See him actively work, watch his hands move meticulously, see his face contort to pure concentration to the tasks at hand.
You had to keep subtly hitting yourself as you packed to bring you back into reality and to quit leering at him.
After adequately stuffing your own duffle bag, you figured that you would quickly make your way to the truck to place it in there. You would need both of your hands to carry the extra bags that had already been brought.
You didn’t waste time informing Hans what you were doing. If he got angry at you for not giving a heads up, it wouldn’t have been the worst thing truth be told. He did look a little hotter when he was riled up.
With that in mind-as much as it shouldn’t be this time around- you made your way back to where you two had made a clear path. The gunfire and shouting were muffled, so you knew the guards were still occupied. Quietly yet quickly making your way, you were glad to have made the choice to go to the truck with just this first as it was heavy. But nothing you couldn’t manage.
Exiting out the back, you found Kristoff waiting by the truck. He saw you and expertly caught the duffle bag when you tossed it.
“I’ll count this, and if I find you pocket any of it-” He began to joke.
“Yeah yeah shut up load it.” You rushed back to the exit.
You were never afraid to have a bit of a bite within this group. Most of the other men did with each other, and even towards Hans, much to his annoyance. So, you did as well. It made it easier to be curt with him and end the conversation as soon as you felt your thoughts getting better of you. He reacted just the same whenever you were like that, waving you off or dismissing you. Though recently he had been challenging you back, which made you weak. But then you just do the same thing he’d done to you and leave. Overall, you felt that you were doing a well enough job at keeping the feelings down.
You admit, your thoughts were sidetracked on Hans once more. So, when a straggling security guard that either managed to get away or was already somewhere else when the heist began got the jump on you, you were quick to be embarrassed with yourself. Already imagining Theo laughing his ass off first and then telling Hans what was going on next.
You could accept the brief mockery from Theo after you guys got finished, but any form of insult from Hans might just do you in. And not in the sense that your ego would be bruised.
Now the idea of Hans being insulting towards you almost made you want to be poor at handling this guy.
Sadly, not the time or place. Adrenaline kicked in and you got him off of you as quickly as he jumped on you. Your gun flew out of your sling as you had maneuvered him off, so you had to be quick with your hands. His gun fired but you had been able to grab it right before it went off. The intense ringing in your ear was nothing new, but you still had to push through. Getting the gun fully out of his hand and punching him hard in the face, you didn’t waste time shooting him in the face.
He dropped dead to the ground instantly. And you suddenly wanted to hit yourself on the head. That would’ve been the perfect time to get injured and be forced to take leave off of work.
Before reprimanding yourself, you realized Hans was standing just a few feet in front of you, bags in both of his hands.
“Were you just watching me?” You asked, hoping that the flush in your face wasn’t too noticeable as you picked back your gun up, or something that could’ve been brushed off.
“I was waiting. There was not enough space to walk by as you two fought.” He stepped over the body and moved past you, instantly understanding that he let the bag hit you on purpose as you quickly caught his grin before he made his way down the hall. “Now there is.”
“Backpfeifengesicht!” You called out to him, and you could hear his faint chuckle echo through the halls. You huffed and went back to the safes.
After a few minutes of stuffing the next bags, you saw Hans enter in to load up the last few ones. Right before however, he almost casually rubbed down and patted at your shoulder.
“Good work.”
It happened so quickly that you nearly didn’t process it. But you had to snap yourself back into reality and just made quicker work in loading the bags. You paid the compliment no mind verbally, instead just telling him that you were nearly done with loading up the two bags by your side. On the inside however, you started to beam and become even more frustrated at the same time. You expected this job to be harder, yes. But having to experience more physical contact with him was something you hadn’t prepared your mind for. Sure, if he had needed to direct you somewhere he lightly guided you by ever so faintly placing his hand on your shoulder, that made sense.
This one however felt… more. Was the best way to describe it. Which was objectively true. He didn’t need to place his hands onto people unless he had a point to make, like pushing them away or directing them to a location. This wasn’t something to be expected of him.
And to be paired with a compliment…
You were much quicker in leaving the safe room, carrying the bags. Of course you would have to come back to cover him, as he needed. But you needed a moment to have air to yourself.
Not long after coming back from handing Tony the next bags, Hans was also about ready. You grabbed one of them so he could have a free hand. Theo radioed in.
“Just when I’m working on getting the security footage out, I get notified by one of the guards that the police are closing in. So, hurry it up.”
Hans, once again to your surprise, placed a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. Keeping your cool, he handed you the other bag.
“Take this out to the truck and get a car secured. I am going to signal to the front group that it’s time to go.”
You nodded and began to quickly make your way to the back. It was about halfway through that your brain suddenly got onto the latter part of what he asked. Having to drive one of the cars was to be expected, that wasn’t what caught your attention. What caught your attention was how it sounded like he was going to join you.
You had to have been overthinking that detail. You knew Eddie and Theo would have their own cars as they had planted themselves to just be simple bystanders and patrons within the bank. With Alexander, James, and Heinrich likely splitting off to join either one in the car, seeing as far as you knew, no one saw them. Tony and Kristoff were likely going to stay with Fritz to keep eyes on both the money and the roads, with Karl more than likely joining them to be safe. That still left one of the other three at the very least to get into the car with you.
Just as you expected, Karl managed to leave quickly before the others and already be by the truck. You handed him the two bags, him being quick to load it up. Kristoff took the passenger seat of the truck and Karl and Tony got into the back and shut the door. But not before Karl gave you the keys to either car. Of course, they were the first to leave, needing to secure the money after all.
You decided to pick one of the more subtle cars, which wasn’t all that subtle, Hans still had taste. To get the other car ready you at least unlocked it for them and placed the key inside. You were quick to get to the other car and onto the driver’s side, already starting it up so it was ready to go. Soon after, Hans was exiting out to the back and saw you, making his way over to the passenger side.
“I didn’t take you as the type to drive a getaway.” He remarked as he got in.
“If it needs to be done, I’ll do it.” You closed your door.
“Then start driving.”
Oh, fuck me, of course, you thought. Of course, you two had to have this car to yourself.
You didn’t let that falter you as you made your way out of the bank area as discreetly as you could. At least you could focus on the roads to distract your mind. That and the faint police sirens also served as a good distraction as well.
Although you still had to listen to Hans as he directed you on which roads to take. Now that there had been a more stable environment where you could get a solid look at him, his appearance was a bit disheveled. You had to find a quick and effortless way to tune him out and only process what he was saying that was of immediate importance.
It didn’t take long for the two of you to be out of earshot from the sirens. You found yourself relaxing a bit.
Which wasn’t a long time relaxing as you heard Hans let out a breathy laugh, and out of the corner of your eye caught him re-adjusting his hair.
“Das hast du gut gemacht.” He said with that same gleam in his eyes as before you started the heist.
You felt your brain had a short circuit, not immediately answering him back. Fighting to get your mind out of the gutter so that you two didn’t land in a gutter from crashing the car, you quickly thanked him. You hoped your delay in speech would be taken as you focusing on the road. Same with you gripping the wheel just a bit too tightly.
Even when giving your attention onto the road ahead, you could feel his intense stare on you. Before you could ask yourself why he had been doing that, it was answered quickly as you felt a soft cloth on the side of your face.
You flinched, looking over to him, not hiding the confusion in your face. He had a handkerchief in his hand, which now you could see was starting to turn red.
“What are you doing?” Like you couldn’t put it together.
“There’s a cut on your cheek. I’m wiping it off on the chance a passerby notices or the police pull us over.” He stated.
You were quick to grab it from him, putting pressure on the cut. It must’ve come from the stray bullet the guard shot.
“The police won’t pull us over.” You said.
A beat of silence. Hans moved his hand away.
“You’re supposed to drive with both hands.”
“Please.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m an expert at driving with one hand. It’s not a problem for me to keep the other busy.”
You hated how easy it was to walk into those dirty thoughts of yours and had to stop yourself from going any further.
“I’ll remember that when you crash the car and we land in a ditch.” He said.
You made a show of waving the handkerchief and then tucking it in one of your pockets, like you were getting back at him for insulting you. But really, you figured you were going to wash it out first before giving it back to him. You were a criminal, not a monster.
With both your hands back on the wheel, you focused back on the road that would eventually lead to the current hideout. Which, now that this heist was complete, wouldn’t be one much longer. Hans has described previously that within the next few weeks they would move the base of operations somewhere else.
When arriving back, the sun had begun to set, and you could see the truck already in the lot. Parking, exiting the car and going into the warehouse, you and Hans didn’t have to wait long for the rest to come back. He began distributing the cut to each of you, with delighted cheers and hollering. You were all satisfied, though that tiny part of you wished you were able to keep just a little extra from your bag. Still, you began to catch on that after a heist was committed, it would call for a slight celebration of your victory and spoils. “Slight” for some of the men meant they had one too many drinks.
Not to say that you didn’t have a few, but you certainly weren’t as bad as some of them.
You would’ve drunk more, but even just a few in you could tell you were beginning to be careless, sneaking longer glances at Hans as he drank a glass of wine of his own. You were about ready to squeeze your glass so hard that it could break if it meant that you stopped your thoughts.
It wasn’t your slightly buzzed brain or imagination that he was lost in thought. Or- not lost in thought, but rather intensely focused on something within his mind. Rarely did he speak when the last celebration occurred. But this felt like a different kind of quiet. It was like how he was thinking over a plan in his mind. You wanted to keep looking at him, as if you found the answer through your staring. But you had to pay attention to yourself, and resort to glances as he took sips. The brand left much to be desired, but you were starting to wish you were the glass.
You had to take a few moments to yourself from time to time to get it together and sober up. Which were inconspicuous as the others had to constantly leave and piss from the amount of alcohol they were drinking. Marco nearly took it out to go right in front of everyone at the table, much to you and their yelling for him not to.
And you had a reason for leaving at least one time, properly washing the dried blood from your face, and cleaning out the handkerchief in a sink. You chuckled to yourself as you looked at it. Hans seemed the type to carry one around. You never saw him use it though.
That made you stop and think. This one did look particularly clean. At least, before the blood. Newer is a better description. Despite the purpose of a handkerchief, this didn’t look like one you would want to get dirty. Just a piece of fabric you carried around to show people you had it as some kind of symbol. Yet he used it to wipe up your face.
Thinking about his excuse, your mind couldn’t see how it made any sense. Being that the other side of your face was towards the window. Sure, if someone squinted really hard from the other directions, it was possible they could see the cut. And there was still that chance the police could’ve pulled you over; they will pull anyone over for anything. But a cut to the face wasn’t exactly suspicious.
You felt your mind a bit too clouded in what little alcohol you had, as well as your dirty thoughts, so it wasn’t easy to try to piece together what all that meant. You looked down at the piece of fabric and decided it was going to get as clean as it could get. You soon joined back with the others. Who, once again, had continued to try to stop Marco from going onto the table.
While they had done that, you went over to Hans and wordlessly placed down the handkerchief. His look of focus faltered as he quickly took note of it and looked up at you. You were already starting to walk back to your own spot.
“No gratitude?” Hans asked.
“You should be showing me gratitude for cleaning it.” You said without missing a beat as you relaxed back into your seat.
He didn’t. Instead, he studied you with the same stare he had before you interrupted him. You paid him no mind and used your drink to cover your face, and just kept watching the men wrestle Marco off the table.
It was clear to many of the members as time went on, it was time to call it a night and return to their own place of residence. One by one, or two, if the other needed a driver that badly, they left. You found yourself hardly focusing on what state people left in as you could feel Hans watching you. You wanted to go up to him and tell him to take a picture instead.
You didn’t think that would go over well, so instead, you soon planned to be one of the ones to get back home before it got too late. Taking your duffle, which had your cut, you were ready to leave, nearly walking out the door when Hans called out to you. Hearing him say your name somehow was a lot more intoxicating to you than any alcohol that was here. You stopped and turned around, seeing what he needed.
He walked toward you with a purposeful stride and you couldn’t help but eyed the way he moved. His suit still looking clean and pronouncing his figure well. His speaking made you focus back on his face.
“I’m going to be looking over new locations; I’ll need your assistance.”
“Why me?” You curtly asked.
“You’re the only one who is not completely inebriated.” As if on cue you could hear Karl break something and cheer drunkenly, causing his brother to shout at him to stop while Theo instigated him on. Hans could only give a look of annoyance in their direction and look back at you.
“Good point.” You conceded.
He began to make his way to his office, gesturing to you to follow. Before entering the room, he shouted at the other two to take Karl home before he broke anything else.
That would just leave the two of you left in the warehouse.
The idea of being left alone with a man like Hans would terrify anyone who wasn’t in the same line of work he was. And to a certain degree, it did terrify you. However, that was hidden underneath the feeling of exhilaration that you were fighting off as he let you in first and closed the door behind him. You couldn’t count on blaming the alcohol if you slipped up and said, or God forbid, do anything.
You prayed that this would be quick.
He got to work on describing what locations he thought best to move to, pulling aside a map of the downtown area. He showed you the places that he and his crew had already occupied before, with him explaining how he would like to stay away from the same locations. At least, away from it for a good amount of time.
Your mind tried it’s best to listen to what he had been saying, as it was important. But other parts of you were focused on the way his hands moved and where you’d like to have them at.
You constantly had to stop yourself and actually pay attention to what he was saying and asking of you. At least throughout the heist, you had plenty of excuses to not listen to him or directly respond to what he was saying, being that you were so focused on your own thing. However, you didn’t have any excuse to not listen and barely respond to him now. The quietness of the place would make it easy enough to catch any lingering pauses or delayed responses. You needed to be on high guard on your behavior, as you had been the prior times you collaborated with him in his office.
As you gave your suggestions on the locations he had in mind and tossed around your own ideas, you could tell that despite you looking down at the map, he was watching you. This kind of watching you had grown more accustomed to, even expecting this of him. You felt he was the kind of listener to give his undivided attention to whoever was speaking. And he had done so when you met with him prior.
But with how the lighting in his office was dim just enough to set a mood. How close the two of you were physically by his desk. Feeling the heat coming from his body. Smelling the expensive cologne he had on. It was making you dizzy.
After some time, with him narrowing down a few locations that had seemed to be the best and easiest to relocate to, and seeing that it was getting much later, you figured now you’d be able to make your leave.
“Glad I could be of assistance,” you said, as you began to make your way to the door. “I’ll make sure we can get a truck to move our things.”
Just as you were opening the door, you felt Hans come up from behind and closed it back gently, with his hand on yours. You turned your head to face him, trying to hide your shock with mild confusion.
“There is also another matter I want to discuss with you.” He stated.
“What is it?” You turned your body to him more, moving your hand away from him and expecting him to take a few steps back. However, he didn’t, which only left at least half of a foot between you two, if at that. His hand being still on the door, leaving not much room for you to move anywhere else.
“Did I offend you in any way?” His accented voice was low and purposeful. You could already feel the heat creeping up your neck, among other areas.
But you were genuinely confused now. “What?”
“Did I offend you in any way?” He repeated.
The question had baffled you so much that you couldn’t help but answer genuinely. “Not that I can think of.”
You knew his jabs from earlier today were made in playful fun, as were yours. “Why?”
“You seem to be quick to end conversations with me compared to the rest of the group.”
Despite keeping a calm demeanor on the outside, you were running circles in your head. You had really hoped that your behavior towards him wasn’t noticeable. But of course, it was, at least to a man like him, who always strived to perfect the details and to look out for loose ends.
You played it off. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time is all.”
He gave a subtle smirk at that; one you could clearly see with how close you were to him. Now you were doing his best to not look at his lips, doing your best to maintain eye contact. However, his piercing stare wasn’t helping your state of mind either.
“That’s very kind, however that doesn’t explain why you always have a strict tone with me and have difficulty paying attention in our one-to-one conversations where I require your attention.”
“I don’t understand.” You figured if playing dumb could work on the cops it could work now. It was your only hail Mary at this point.
“You hardly were focused today when doing your part of the job. Well- focused on what need to be done of course, you were excellent with that,” You inhaled through your nose lightly, trying to regain composure. “But when it came to talking to me, you didn’t seem like you were focused on what I had to say.”
You tried to think of something else to say as a rebuttal, but he continued.
“Moments throughout the heist. During the car ride. When discussing locations. Even now,” Hans moved to get even closer to you, his face only a couple of inches away from yours. “I can see you have to bring back your attention to what I’m saying to you.”
You’d been holding your breath. You were sure to either pass out or die at any moment if oxygen didn’t reach your brain.
His voice got quieter, lower, despite you two being the only ones in this room, in this building.
“Tell me, what are you thinking about when you’re with me?”
That was it. You couldn’t take it anymore. You weren’t going to tell him. You were going to show him.
You were quick to grab the sides of his face and make a dive right for his lips, not at all being gentle as the months of buildup in your mind and body suddenly hit you. His lips were as soft as they looked, in contrast with the facial hair he had that scratched your mouth a bit. You closed your eyes as the kiss sent a jolt throughout your body.
You mentally braced yourself for when he pushed you off. Seeing that you didn’t even give him a chance to prepare for your response. However, it shocked you when Hans was just as quick to adjust his own lips to kiss you right back. You slightly pulled back in disbelief, opening your eyes for a moment. But he got right back onto your lips and pinned you more against the door, his hands going to your hips.
You let out a surprised noise that delved far too quickly into a stifled moan, your hands moving through his hair as you closed your eyes again. It only encouraged him to keep kissing you, his pressure being as intense as you had figured it to be. It didn’t take long before he pressed his tongue against your mouth. You let him have access, deepening your kissing. You tasted the leftover wine he had, and while you never cared for the brand he had that night, you felt that you could make an exception this time.
You pulled at his hair gently, which got a noise out of him. And you were eager to get more out of him. However, he stopped kissing you, much to your frustration that you couldn’t hide at this point. Hans let out a dark chuckle, and you swear you never wanted to beat up a man as much as you did right then.
“I didn’t think I was making that much of an impact on you.”
“You’re full of shit.” You breathed out. You could always tell when he was lying through his teeth when he had a certain kind of twinkle in his eye, which he had right now. He laughed a little louder that time. Which gave you further confirmation, as well as making your face grow hotter.
“Was I really that obvious?” You found yourself hesitating to ask.
“Hmm.” He hummed thoughtfully. “No. At least it wouldn’t be to someone who wasn’t watching you.” He leaned close to your ear, dragging one hand up your body all the way to the base of your jaw. “And I was watching you for a while .”
You shuddered at that, and at the realization of his words. Sure, you saw how today he was observing you. But the idea that he had known for a while and didn’t let any signs show, it made your heart leap right into your throat and your insides burn a bit more. You felt exposed.
The chills you had only got more intense as Hans began to leave a trail of kisses, traveling from below your ear and making his way down to your throat, one hand still on your jawline and the other on your hip that kept you in place. He craned your head to get you open.
His impossibly gentle kissing turned into him sucking and biting at your neck. You’d probably need to wear a turtleneck for a bit. But you didn’t care. The noise you let out from your throat was guttural. You could feel him smirk against your skin. Your irritation with his teasing grew, and so you quickly moved your hands from his hair and grabbed at his hips, pulling them closer against your own. Your arms wrapped around his lower back so he couldn’t move. You immediately noted the tent that was beginning to form in his pants. You thought with how quickly it seemed to have appeared, he must’ve been extremely pent up and needed a form of release. Or there was a bit of a chance that Hans had been deeply attracted to you as you were to him.
You couldn’t count on that, nor did you want to for a man like him. And at this point, it didn’t really matter to you what the origins of his advances were. Whether he actually felt something, just liked the idea of you being needy for him, or needed an outlet, you couldn’t care less. Hans wasn’t rejecting you, and you were desperate to get more friction between the two of you.
You moved your hips against him, which only led you to be even more frustrated when in response he slowly, almost lazily, gave thrusts back. It was not enough for you.
“Hans.” You groaned out, gripping at his suit jacket.
“Ja?” He asked, in a disgustingly polite voice, like he didn’t know.
“Move.”
“Move what?”
You used a hand to punch the side of him. Not too hard, but enough to get your frustration across. He laughed against your skin, and you really wanted to punch him harder then.
“You know what I mean by ‘move’.”
“Where’s the fun in rushing?” Hans teased, as he went back to nipping at your throat.
“It’s not rushing if I’ve been waiting for fucking months for this.” You said, not caring how pathetic and desperate you sounded. Your straightforwardness caught him off guard as he faltered slightly in his movements and he had bitten down slightly harder than before on your throat. The pain shot through you, but you discovered how much you had enjoyed that. After a moment of recomposing himself, he went back to his slow thrusting.
You felt him mutter against your neck. “If you’ve waited this long, you can wait just a little bit longer.” Hans began to caress his hands slowly and deliberately over your body. Barely adding enough pressure, it was a graze when he went over your chest.
You’ve never felt the desire to kill someone you wanted to have sex with so badly more than you had now. Yet Hans, ever the exceptional thief, managed to do both.
You hated how much it turned you on.
You wanted to push his buttons. To get him to unravel in the same way he made you. You thought for a moment, which was hard to do as all you wanted to think about was his lips on you and how he seemed to be savoring every sound you let out. How he relished in the way your body was arching involuntarily at his touch.
You suddenly had a quick moment of clarity and slightly tilted your head down to him as he kissed at your collarbone.
“But can you ?”
He stopped his movements, which irritated you internally, but you could hold off from the slight instant gratification if it meant you got what you wanted quicker. He still had his face in the crook of your neck.
“Wie bitte?” He asked.
“Can you wait, if you had to?”
Realizing your question was in response to what he said prior, he answered, “Of course.”
You moved your hands to his shoulders to slightly push him off to get him to look at you.
“I don’t think you can.”
Hans eyed you as he slightly straightened his posture. He could tell you were up to something but hadn’t pieced together in his mind what it was just yet. You had to be quick to catch him further off guard and set him off.
“In fact, I think you’re pretty desperate.” You challenged.
You can tell it struck something within him as his eyes became more alert. However, he kept the suave demeanor he always had.
“I wasn’t the one who lunged for a kiss.”
You raised your eyebrows and could feel the smirk tugging at your lips. “But you did corner me at the door right before I left.”
He furrowed his brows at that. You knew you had him; You just had to keep reeling him in. With newfound confidence, you nonchalantly pushed past him and walked back to his desk. You looked down and casually tapped on the map that was laying out on the table still.
“You also brought me in here for ‘personal help’ with picking out the next location,” You looked over at him briefly, shrugged, and looked back at the map. “You got lucky with a good excuse of needing someone who wasn’t drunk. But after thinking about it, you don’t have a good reason for why you set it up for us to be together throughout the whole robbery.”
You fixed your posture, having not heard so much as a breath from him. But you didn’t have to look at him to know his stare was directly on you.
“Anyone could’ve helped in watching your back. It would’ve been smarter and safer to have more than one person watching you. Especially since compared to the rest, I’m new in your group. That could've been disastrous had I made one miscalculation and not have another help clean up the mess.”
You hadn’t initially made these observations when they happened but saying them out loud as they came to you in the heat of the moment, it made you realize how obvious Hans was in trying to be alone with you. As much as it made you feel stupid, it was churning your stomach.
“Hell, you even had us drive back in the same car! What, were you hoping for a quickie during the ride back? Or inside of the building?” The idea made your face heat up and you were glad to have been facing away from him for a moment, so he didn’t see. Not that you would’ve been opposed to either scenario. But he didn’t need to know that.
“That’s more pathetic than me. I was expecting a lot more-”
You didn’t get to finish your thought as you felt a force push your upper half down into the desk, causing a loud smack and some items to fly off. Despite having the wind slightly knocked out of you, you caught the feeling of one of his hands that shielded you from hitting your head on the desk too hard. Before you could process anything else, you felt his body press against behind you more as he quickly grabbed your arms to pin them behind your back.
With this new angle, you could feel just how much harder Hans had become as his hips dug into your backside.
Maneuvering to free one hand, he dragged it up towards your head and grabbed a fist full of your hair. He pulled your head up and leaned in close to speak against your ear.
“Du bist nur ein Lustobjekt.”
It was the first time you heard his voice wavering in its pitch, like he was barely containing himself. You wished you had started with this tactic sooner. You turned your head as much as he would let you. You were able to see the dangerous look in his eyes. You finally had him right where you wanted him. How you wanted him during these past weeks since you would join him in his planning inside this office.
You couldn’t fight off the wicked smile as you spoke. “Du bist ein Lustmolch.”
Proving your point in a way, he wasted no time as he went right for your lips in a hungry kiss, which you were eager to meet back. You didn’t suppress your moans, and even if you wanted to it was hard to do so, as he was still gripping your hair and was dry humping you at this point. The pressure from him and the edge of the desk that was poking your front side was killing you. You started to move to increase the friction, however his grip around your pinned arms tightened and he pushed you further into the table, holding you in place and limiting your movements.
In response, you bit his lips hard. Now tasting a combination of wine and blood. Hearing him grunt gave you some satisfaction, but you wanted more of it. More of him. However, he let go of your head and rose from his position. You groaned in frustration, lightly bumping your head against the desk in annoyance. Your annoyance turned into a mixture of confusion as he let go of your hands suddenly just as he grabbed them. He moved away from you completely, and you started to push yourself up and question him. But the words died on your lips as he made his way around the desk and spoke.
“Undress and get back on the desk.”
The words struck you hard with a newfound and intense feeling of pleasure. You got up, and as you were beginning to remove your articles of clothing, you got a better look at Hans as he was looking through his desk’s drawers. You could see how heavily he was breathing even as he attempted to control it. His hair was a mess. He had a smudge of blood around his lips, and his cheeks flushed. You didn’t even think that it was possible for him to do. Only his suit jacket had been unbuttoned at this point. But it being opened allowed you to get a better picture of what he was packing in his pants.
Just as you had been halfway out of your clothes, he found what he had been looking for. He pulled out a bottle of lubricant and a packet of condoms, which he tore from the set. Your knees buckled at the sight of it and had at first grown embarrassed at the idea that he kept those within reach. But you found a way to work around it.
“Oh, so you’d decided you were going to have me here?”
He looked up at you and paused for a moment as he took in what he could currently see of you. Seeing and practically feeling him eye you up and down felt like he was the one undressing you.
“Nein, du Dummerchen.” Hans said in response to your question. You could see that twinkle again. Your heart missed a beat at that.
You were just getting ready to take off your underwear, but Hans seemed to be just as impatient as you had been. He wasted no time getting you back on your stomach. And you were more certain that he had been just a bit gentler in making sure you didn’t get as winded as before. He didn’t even pin your hands behind your back. But you didn’t comment on that.
“I wasn’t done.” You huffed out.
“You were taking too long.” He said.
You rolled your eyes, making sure that he saw you do so. “Just say you wanted to be the one to take them off, it’s not hard.”
He pushed your head down with one hand and grabbed at your hip tightly with the other. You let out a noise, the excitement evident on you as he began to use both of his hands to slowly pull down your underwear. It fell down your legs and pooled around your ankles. You could hear his breath hitching as he started to slowly caress you. Your eyes closed as you leaned into his touch. When his touch got rougher, you used a free hand to bury your face into your arm.
“Don’t cover too much of your face. I want to be able to hear you.”
You were about to have a smartass response when his thigh pressed up between your legs stopped you in your tracks. Finally feeling the fabric against your bare skin brought you back to the very first fleeting thought you had about him. Hans moved his hands away. The sound of the bottle opening barely processed in your mind.
He also began to say something but whatever it was, it didn’t matter all that much to you, and very quickly didn’t matter to him as he stopped talking once you began grinding on his thigh. You placed your hands on the edge of the desk that you faced to make your upper body more firmly planted while your lower body began moving. Your eyes closed, your head pressed against the surface, so you couldn’t see the look on his face. You just knew that he was watching you though.
You were finally getting the pressure and friction that you wanted between your legs and felt yourself breathing quickly as you allowed yourself to move faster against him. The trance that had hit him finally broke as he got his hands onto your hips again, forcing you to stop. You banged one of your fists on the desk.
“Come on!” If he kept doing this to you soon you weren’t going to have any kind of feeling for him besides hate.
“Slowly.” He loosened his grip.
You groaned but figured you could compromise. You focused on maintaining a consistent speed, dragging your body with slow movements while still applying enough pressure to satisfy you. He fully let go as you could hear him picking back up the bottle. After a few moments, you felt his hand on you, this time noting that his fingers were lubricated. He moved his thigh away, but you weren’t all that disappointed, knowing what was meant to come. In more ways than one.
You felt a finger press into you slowly, causing you to gasp. The second you did he paused in his movements. You realized he was giving you time to adjust. It was odd, as you thought about it. How there had been little moments throughout this session where he had been gentle, was the best way to put it. His appearance may have tried to present to the general public that he was a gentleman. And maybe he believed that himself. But that’s not what you saw. You could see how ruthless he was. “Gentleman” would be putting it lightly.
The thought of the handkerchief briefly entered your mind, and you would’ve dwelled on it more, but Hans started to speak again.
“May I move?”
“Yes.”
He pushed deeper into you and started to pump his index finger at a slow pace. Your breathing hitched with every movement he made and started to feel the head within your body increase. His other hand kept caressing you, in a way that felt almost like he was soothing you. In your heated daze you tried to think more about how much he had those “kind” moments, especially today. It was giving you great cognitive dissonance of the man you were sure to have known during your time here, and these little “blink and you’ll miss it” moments he had with you.
You felt him pull out his finger, and you made an embarrassing noise that subsided when you felt him press two fingers against your entrance. Just as before he took his time to gently enter you, only moving when you told him to. This time, he applied much more pressure in his fingers, allowing him to get more lube onto you. Your breathing was exchanged with consistent grunts and moaning at the new sensation. Yet it started to not feel enough. You encouraged him by rocking your hips against him.
He groaned, and tried to keep his voice and pace steady, though you could tell he was wavering. “Patience. I’m still preparing you.”
A weak laugh left you. “Are you saying that to me or to yourself?”
He only grunted as he shoved his fingers back into you a bit more forcefully, causing you to let out another moan in approval.
That roughness was what you had been expecting of Hans. Which you did get earlier. You figured that more of it was going to come out of him by this point. That other part of him, those moments of gentleness was something you couldn’t wrap your head around.
Although, you figured it wasn’t like people couldn’t have multiple traits or even faces to them. You had to keep a different one in your everyday life while you were a completely different person when on the clock. Who’s to say Hans wasn’t the same? Having that capability to be a man with many faces to him when the situation required for him to do so. That would then apply to the traits he had.
Still, no one could likely define what Hans’ true face was. That’s just how it was for a man like him. You picked on that right after you first met him. You pondered to yourself what version of himself was he showing you now. Something in your, or somewhere deeper, hoped this version had some truth to it.
You stopped your mind from delving further into that thought. Convince yourself that there was no point to it. Right here, right now, you just tried to focus on the sensations that were being felt throughout your body.
He exited out of you again, this time, and you were hoping for the last time, inserted another finger. He wasn’t as slow as he had been before, with you being much more stretched and lubed up. It was easier for him to slip inside and to move around his fingers into slight angles that left your mouth agape as you closed your eyes to focus purely on his touch.
You could hear how heavy his breathing had become, and with how quiet the room has been, besides the noises you two were making, you heard him unzip his fly and undo his belt with one hand. A new sense of anticipation and pleasure hit you. You nearly felt like you could’ve finished from the thought of what was to come before it even happened. You leveled your breathing to control yourself.
Noting how you could barely contain yourself, he pulled his fingers out of you, and you could hear the crinkle of the condom packet opening. You held your hands against the edge of the desk and waited for him to be done.
One of his hands positioned your hip and you felt your heartbeat in long awaited excitement.
“Bist du bereit?”
Hearing the same phrase he had said to you right before the heist felt… It had felt a lot. Ridiculously hot, of course. But it led to a much bigger crack to the wall you had put up in trying to distance yourself from any deeper feelings. The possibility that it may have been something just a little bit more to him wasn’t zero.
When you first envisioned these moments, what felt like a while ago, you were perfectly fine- or really hoping he’d be behind you. He had the figure built for that, and the full dominating aspect delighted you. However, you had some second thoughts about that.
You steadied yourself, more mentally than physically if anything. Still, you turned your head slightly, not enough to see him well but for him to hear you clearly.
“Can I turn around?”
You’d figure that, in the worst case, he’d reject your request and maybe even humiliate you. Which wouldn’t have been the worst thing for a man like him, or even for someone like you. Either way, you could move on. People in your line of work had to be adequate to rob a place. Maybe this was no different.
There was a pause, and you felt like the whole energy in the room shifted. You didn’t even think that to be possible. Still, you waited.
“Yes.”
He removed his hand from you, allowing you to move into the position you wanted to be in.
Maneuvering your body to fully face him, you could see that his clothes were still intact, besides the zipper and the belt being undone. You tried not to gawk at what he had going on below too much, knowing you were going to feel it in a moment. As you pressed your back against the surface and lifted your legs, he helped hold them up and hovered over you. You caught how he had a combination of the look of intense focus he had during the celebration, and the gleam in his eyes right before committing to a heist.
You felt a lot more confident in replying to him.
“Ich bin bereit.”
He didn’t waste any more time positioning himself before your entrance, and pushed himself right in. There wasn’t much of a struggle on your part, as you accepted him easily. You arched your back into him, letting out a moan filled with relief. He didn’t fare much better in containing the noise he made.
He leaned further towards you, and as he did you grabbed ahold of his shoulders and wrapped your legs around him. He planted his hands by the sides of you. You wanted him to start moving immediately, but you knew you had to be just a little smart in allowing you to adjust to his size. Hans lowered his head to start kissing on your chest, nipping, and sucking around your nipples. You shuddered as he continued upward towards your collarbone and neck, traveling up to your ear. Your name left his mouth in a quick breath.
“How else do you want me?” Hans asked.
You groaned as you felt your face get hot, the smell from his cologne was making you dizzy. You couldn’t formulate anything coherent in your mind to get the proper words out.
“Just- fuck Hans.” You exhaled out.
“Oh, don’t worry, I intend to do that.” You felt that smug smirk against your ear. You pulled his head back to shut him up with a kiss, or rather a bite at his mouth. His smile only grew at that, and you were positive you felt him stiffen inside you more than he already was. You tasted that you had drawn more blood. You felt a little bit bad, but only just a little as he spoke against your lips.
“I just wanted to know how.” He teased in a lighter voice.
You wanted to call him every name in the book, and he knew that. Instead, you ran your hand through his hair gently as you looked at him. You thought of a good compromise that would give you both that exceptional thief side of him and that gentleman side of him that you could see from this position, and that you were banking on by the end of this.
Catching his confused but intrigued attention, you got closer to one of his ears.
“Fick mich härt.”
He wasted no time standing up straighter to get a better position. Your hands left his shoulders, moving down towards his forearms where you held his hands to be firmly on your hips, while also getting to grip at his suit. In a swift motion you watched him pull back just enough so he was barely inside of you and thrusted right back in.
You let out a loud and strained moan as you squeezed his arms. You knew you were going to feel this in the morning, but you were counting on that. He paused for a moment and only continued when you urged him to keep going. He started with a slow but fierce rhythm. His grunting matched with every move he made, his grip tightening around your hips as you let out moans that increased in volume as he kept going. You tried to keep your eyes open to look at him, wanting to burn the image of him over. He was starting to sweat, from still being dressed, and he had a bit of blood that was beginning to go down his chin.
He didn’t seem too concerned about his suit getting dirty this time, whether it be from the blood that dripped down onto his dress shirt’s collar, the sweat that was coming from him, or by you. He was so completely and utterly concentrated on pleasuring you. You could see his eyes were tracing every inch of your body. You felt yourself heat up even more than you thought possible at the idea of him also committing your imagery to memory.
“Hans-” You breathed.
“So eng,” He panted, as he looked down at you. “So eng für mich.”
And you only grew tighter around him with every word he spoke, German or otherwise. It wasn’t hard for him to notice that.
“Gelfällt dir das? When I speak?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “I would think you would’ve wanted to speak to me more then.”
The teasing tone he had started to mess with you, as you found yourself thrusting against him when he was faltering to talk to you.
“Or” He slightly raised his eyebrow as he studied you. “Is that why you always ended our conversations early? To excuse yourself so you could- “
“Sei ruhig.” You grunted.
“I don’t think you want that.” He challenged. And you attempted to sound annoyed when you groaned but it didn’t come across that way at all. It was a battle you immediately lost as he chuckled, but you weren’t going to let him know you were fine with that.
“It must’ve been difficult for you to keep your composure throughout the heist whenever we were alone.” He hummed to you in a low voice.
“Again, I didn’t make the plan-” You grunted mid-sentence as he thrusted a bit harder. “To get us alone. That was- uh - all you.”
“But you didn’t oppose, and I think you have enough bite in you to have said something.”
You laughed a bit through your grunts as he kept moving. “I’m not dumb enough to try to- oh . To try to go against the man in charge of my payroll who- shit - carries a gun.”
Your eyes had been closing to focus on feeling him, but you felt his hand come up to hold your chin lightly, causing you to get your attention and to look up at him. The playfulness he had subdued, replaced with a more serious look. He stopped mid-thrust.
“Did I make you feel pressured to be around me?”
His voice had a softness to him you hadn’t heard before, and concern that you didn’t know he had in him. It led you to act in a way you hadn’t in a long time due to the kind of life you led.
You brought your hand to his own, gently taking it and giving a kiss on his knuckles. You felt a lot more embarrassed doing this than anything prior, but it needed to be done. You looked back up to him.
“No, you haven’t.”
He looked at you for a moment, and seemed to be a bit more relaxed after hearing you say that. It felt nice having to experience something like this. It cemented the idea in your mind that he did value what you were worth. Whatever this was to be defined as could be defined later, however. You had a newfound urge that was stronger than before to see it to the end.
“You have made me feel an intense dislike towards you whenever you speak though.” You made sure to say that in a tone that you always used when being snarky to him, which he caught on.
“Why, are you not as thick-skinned as you try to appear to be when I take jabs at you?” He dragged his hand down your body.
“Oh, I can take it,” you said, already grinning at what you were about to say. “I just hate how after our long planning and your praises, I’ll always have to wash my bedsheets in the middle of the night.”
He took a second to process what that had meant. Once he did his face lit up like a fire. There were two things that you knew were big about him. One of them being his ego.
“I suppose we’re even now, since my suits get plenty dirty right after you leave.”
The air around the two of you became stuffier, his hands roaming your body as he continued to stretch you out as he started to move again. Your words came out between your panting.
“I guess since I’m getting your suit dirty, I’ll have to get my sheets dirty tonight to be fair.”
He let out a louder moan at that than you were expecting and let one particular thrust hit you in a spot that made you see stars. You took a moment to regain yourself.
“Are you imagining me touching myself?” You questioned him. The idea making you quiver. “Lustmolch.”
“Lass mich dein Maul stopfen.” He let out in a ragged breath. “Lustobjekt.”
“I don’t think you want that.” You mused aloud.
He must’ve had the same sense of urgency, as he snapped and his pace began to pick up, while still making sure he was rough with you. You arched into him more and you were being anything but quiet. Like you guessed, he didn’t cover your mouth or do anything to shut you up. It seemed to encourage him more. Even if the others were still at the hideout, you wouldn’t have cared at this point if they heard you or not. You would be going home richer and properly ruined. And that was fine with you. Besides, if you had tried to force yourself to be quiet, you were certain the noise of your bodies thumping against the wooden surface would’ve been a great indicator of what was going on.
“Bitte! Weiter!” You told him through your moans, and he complied by lifting your legs and pushing them as far as he could against you, allowing him to get a better angle to take you deeper.
The new position of his hands on your thighs, getting to feel more of his suit on your body helped you reach a new height of sensations and a sense of high. You could tell that it wasn’t going to be much longer if he kept this up. And it was clear he had no intention of slowing down. You did have to move your hands now as they couldn’t properly reach his arms. It was hard to think of a new place for them as you lost all reason with every thrust he made into you. Through your lidded eyes and tears- or maybe it was sweat as you felt drenched now, you looked at him to see where you could put your arms.
Hans was swearing to himself, mainly in German. Some words you couldn’t catch as you never heard him curse this much before. His own sweat was dripping onto you as he moved, and you noticed how he was stuttering in his thrusting, the clinking of his loose belt buckle hitting against you becoming more erratic. It was obvious he was doing his best to hold out longer.
You then noticed how his tie had been slightly touching your body throughout the whole ordeal. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t noticed prior, you noticed it now. You used both of your hands to grab at it and pull him closer. He didn’t fight back, and it ended up pushing your legs farther back towards you, allowing him to pound just a bit farther into you.
Still holding onto his tie with one hand, you used your other to hold onto his upper back and rested your face in the crook of his neck.
“You look like you’re close to finishing.” You teased as you bit on his neck.
He scoffed, “You don’t look any better than me.”
That, you couldn’t argue as he didn’t relent in this close position. It didn’t matter how sore and cramped your body had started to become when lying down in this position; you wanted to be in it for as long as you could. Which really wasn’t that much longer, much to your dismay. The heat that had been pooling inside you was threatening to spill at any given moment.
“Hans-” Your voice was desperate, incoherent babbling leaving through your panting. “Bitte- please-”
“Das machst du gut.” He moaned.
“Please, "You clutched at his shoulder.
“So eng. So heiß.”
“I’m going to-”
“Ja,” You heard him say against your neck. “Ich auch- Ich komme gleich. Kommen.”
With that, Hans gave one last thrust and you let yourself release, crying out in relief. He grunted and moaned against your skin. You moved lightly against him as you went through your climax. You felt him throb inside you, and you felt him relaxing his body onto yours, his clothes warming up your already warm skin. He rubbed your legs, gave you soft kisses on your skin, and you heard more praise coming from him.
“Du hast dich selbst übertroffen.”
“Don’t praise me anymore.” You breathed, letting go of his tie. “If you do, we’ll be here all night.”
He moved his head to look at you. “This is a problem how?”
You lightly pushed his head away and rolled your eyes, causing him to laugh.
“I don’t care how good you are at it; there’s no way you could stay in the same position.”
“I could sit down in my chair.” He suggested. You were sure part of him was serious. And you were sure part of you was considering it.
Sadly, you had to fight it down as you really did begin to feel exhaustion hit you fast, as everything from the day was starting to weigh down on you. He could see that and was starting to pull himself out. You stopped him.
“Wait- Just wait a moment, please?” You knew you needed to have a moment to get yourself back together mentally.
He stopped moving his hips, letting himself be inside you. With ease, he lifted you off the desk and walked around to his chair. You clutched onto him. It didn’t even cross your mind before if he was able to carry anyone. But his grip felt secure. Once he sat down into his chair carefully, you ease into him, letting out a tired sigh. He rubbed your back, soothing your body from how much it was banging against the desk. You did your best to wake up a bit more and to soon get off him. However, you had a flash of one last act that you had wanted to.
Remembering where he had placed his handkerchief, you lifted your head up and reached into his breast pocket. Watching you get it out; you looked at Hans’s lips. Seeing that the blood was still a bit moist, due to the sweat keeping it that way, you began to wipe it off.
You had expected him to make a remark or jab at you doing this, especially how you had tried to clean it prior. Instead, he calmly breathed and leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. The stillness within the room being undisturbed by either of you.
This new difference was something you felt excited to become used to.
