It's only noon in the dimmed café.
How long until off hours, you didn't know.
The faint sound of the doorbell rang as your head shot up.
"Welcome," Your eyes followed trace until he reached his seat and sat on the bar. "What would you like, Sir?"
" His silence was the thing that was scary. His glance and his aura were almost as frightening. "Beer would be fine."
His voice projected deep, but quiet at the same time. Your heart skipped a beat.
It has been a long time since you felt that way toward men honestly.
You had just fell out of a long relationship that you thought would last, but it was unfortunately all a lie in the end. You only nodded before pulling a bottle of beer out of the fridge and on the bar table, earning his tips.
Time fell short.
Time fell quick.
And time reached twelve o' clock.
He's been sitting here since two in the afternoon. Doesn't he need to go home to his wife if the man even has one? Your foot took you to the man whom was still sitting on the tall table.
"Sir, you've been sitting here for eight hours now
Don't you have a home to return to, if I may ask?"
"I don't. Stay out of my business." His harsh tone only replied before glancing at you with his green, light blue eyes through his glasses.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I was just a bit concerned," you wondered if you should continue. "I'm (Name)
"I don't care who you are, really."
"O-Oh. W-Well. T-That's fine. I'm sorry." You only went back to work silently as you felt his eyes follow you all the way through the rest of the night shift.
It was finally time to shut.
Finally time to go home.
And to work again the next day.
Your eyes fell onto his green and his thin rimmed glasses.
You felt his hand tickle behind your hair and grab you into a kiss, pushing you onto a red car hood.
You couldn't deny he was a little forceful, but it was worth putting up a battle for dominance for. You only hummed against his mouth before he shoved you onto the hood a little more. You pushed him away as you manage to speak. "Should we find a more private place?" The blond only nodded in the slightest sense and pulled you with him.
That would be a good question
Apparently he had pulled you to a nearby hotel to finish what he had started.
He pushed you onto the bed. He began nipping at your neck, which you moaned at. He pushed your skirt down as he began to fiddle with your panties. The blond only pushed himself on you as he once again connected his mouth with yours, tongue forcing itself in your territory. He stood up to strip his pants and tossed them aside. You traced your fingers to his gentle eyes as you removed his glasses, with him removing your shirt and bra, leaving you in your panties.
It was still shocking that he's not speaking a word in this.
You'll make him talk.
You watch him remove his boxer and your panties as he quickly positioned himself at your entrance without another word. You only looked into you (e/c) eyes before entering roughly.
You muffled a loud scream as he entered the first moment. The blond didn't pace a bit; he kept thrusting as if nothing was happening.
Moments of pain washed over as pleasure replaced itself.
You threw your arms around his neck as you moved in your own accordance. It felt too good.
You only placed your lips on his, declaring another war of dominance.
The blond wasn't going to go down that easily.
He only quickens the pace as he continued thrusting. Your hand fisted in his blond hair as you let out continuous moans of pleasure and approval. It was as if he could read your mind, he quickens his speed to the point where you couldn't take it anymore.
"A-About to-" You didn't finish your sentence as you felt the substance drip from your womanhood to your thigh as he pulled out slowly. You dropped onto the bed, sweating and worn out. You felt the bed shift as a few strands hit your forehead.
"I'm Berwald by the way."