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Got me twirling my hair and shi

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Konig x Reader

141 becomes suspicious of König, Soap & Ghost are sent to find out why he rushes off so often. They find out why.

König wasn't stupid.

Anxious at times, yea.

Maybe a little fidgety, sure.

But he wasn't stupid.

He heard the whispers,

partially closed doors.

He knew they were suspicious of him.

Why else would he be soo keen to be taking off leave as much as possible?

Leave as soon as possible.

Get the fuck out of dodge.

His background.

Who he was.

Maybe they even suspected he was the rat.

He wasn't.

But he'd be damned if he let them get off scot-free.

They invaded his personal life.

Found his home.

Found his wife.

There was a reason he tried to keep his life as far away from work as possible. When the veil would be cast aside and he could bathe in the love of the woman he cared about.

He wasn't stupid.

Sometimes Soap was.

Is.

However, he'd like to phrase it in his mind.

Maybe he forgot how tall he was. That when he glanced over, figure looming over the other man, he was able to see the message sent out, tasking none other than Ghost and Soap to go out on a hush-hush recon to see who exactly this König man was.

What was he hiding?

He was hiding you.

...

It was always exciting for König to be coming home, even if it was only for a week.

But it was going to be a week that you'd have him all to yourself.

You'd gone grocery shopping, and you had a plan.

Not really a plan, it was more of a ritual.

He'd finally come back after however many days, and the two of you would hole up until you absolutely needed to go out and get something.

You lived in a pretty little cabin with big windows.

That was a must.

You loved to sit in your living room with the fireplace and stare out the huge windows that cascaded from floor to ceiling, staring out at the forest in front of you.

But the bathroom?

Oh it was heavenly.

König required much larger facilities, including a shower.

Not only that, but after you asked ever so nicely he got you a big tub as an anniversary present.

One big enough for the two of you.

You've lost count of how many times the two of you ended up relaxing in the tub together. The cold outside air encouraged each other into the arms of the other, tangled up into a mess of bodies. On other nights, the two of you would lay still, enjoying the relaxing heat and even seeing some wildlife prance across the dewy grass.

When he wasn't jabbering, he was a very quiet and observant man. You'd scolded him about it before, even with his large size he'd trained himself in stealth. His subconscious steps feather light giving him more and more opportunities to scare you out of your skin.

So any time he was in the room he'd step extra loud, or hum, or say something just to alert you of his presence before his arm would snake around your middle and pull you close.

Really, you appreciated it.

Maus, he'd call you. Gaining your attention as you'd turn your head over to give him a glance.

"Hm?" You'd ask, even if you recognized that tone in his voice, you wouldn't acknowledge it.

You'd make him work for it.

He knew you liked to play hard to get.

That was part of the fun, wasn't it?

Once he called you back into the living area, to climb onto the large couch and to climb under the blanket with him would he start lowering his head down, kissing everywhere on your upper body but your lips.

Whining in irritation- frustration maybe? Were they not the same thing? You had grabbed ahold of his hand, bringing one of his large fingers up to push against your plush lips as you flicked your tongue out, licking up the base of it and sucking it into your mouth.

Groaning, his head would fall back against the couch.

You'd never tell him how much you loved to look up at his face like this, it would embarrass him to no end- loving something he was so insecure over. From this angle you could see perfectly just the little twist in his nose- off to the side. No doubt broken in combat, but it just added that extra flair that made König who he was.

Yours.

Pulling his finger from your mouth, he'd trail it down your top, trying to slip it under the band of your sweatpants and into your core.

Stopping him, you guided his wrist up and over his head, leaning up and grabbing his other arm that was lazily draped onto the couch and pining his arms above his head.

You'd never really be able to hold him down, you both knew that. But there was something specifically grounding of feeling both of your small hands wrapped around his wrists, pushing him down into the soft cushion of the sofa.

Letting go of his hands, you shimmied backward and pulled your sweats down, leaving yourself only in your panties as you there a leg over his chest and ever so slightly rubbed your clothes heat against the rippling expanse of his torso.

His hands left their post, above his head on the couch to grab your thighs and pull you closer to him, mouth opening and exhaling harshly as his mouth cupped over the expanse of your clothed cunt.

"Did I say you could yet?" You scolded lightly, and he shook his head in response.

His hands let up, allowing you to slide backward off of his chin and back onto his chest, hands lacing in with his as you leaned forward.

"How bad do you want it?" You asked grin plastered on your features.

"So bad, Maus." He exhaled out, eyes dilated as he looked up at your face, tinted pink with arousal.

"That's not very convincing." You pouted.

"Then let me convince you." He groaned, hands unlacing from yours grabbing you by the ass and pushing you forward, a long finger hooking your panties to the side as he pulled you up to sit on his face.

He groaned when his tongue came into contact, licking and sucking- biting on the side of your thighs until you thought you were going to melt into the floor, turning into a puddle to be mopped up later.

His arm shot up, slipping under your shirt until his hand poked through the neckline where his hand opened and deliciously wrapped around your neck.

He didn't squeeze, he just allowed you to rest your body weight into it, and additional support to your body sitting straight up and onto his face. Whenever you'd lean forward trying to escape his grasp, his hand around your throat would apply just enough pressure to make the surroundings feel fuzzy.

Ebbing on that feeling of pleasure drunkening your mind.

It was intoxicating really, the long laps of his tongue eating as if he were a man starved, deprived of it all until he was borderline insane. Devouring as if he'd never eat again.

Rocking your hips back and forth, finding that perfect rhythm where your thighs would tense up, pushing into his ears and squeezing his head together as if you were trying to pop it.

It was wet,

sloppy,

foul sounding even.

You were glad you had no neighbors.

You can't imagine having to bare the walk of shame from bringing up groceries with the man tailing behind you to your flat, old woman down the hall peeking out the door to find the mountain of a man who was the cause of the filthy moans and curses late into the night.

Your body shook, stuttering in place and trying to push off your knees to relieve the pressure from his tongue on your clit. His fingers dug into your neck, pulling your body back down onto his mouth as he picked up the pace, throwing you right over the edge into overstimulation.

"Hah- Please- fuck... Too much!" You whined out, hand gripping his hair and tugging his head to the side.

His mouth detached from your pussy with a wet sucking sound, making that fluttering feeling inside you spur off into a frenzy.

He let out a snicker, lip curling up to show that deathly sharp canine he found too much joy in biting down onto the soft parts of your body.

"But Shatz, you taste so good." He said, letting go of your neck and pulling you down to lay on him.

"Hmmm." you replied, setting your head in the crook of his neck.

You glanced at him, and saw him staring out the window, deep into the dark forest.

"What's wrong?" You asked, looking at him for any hint of concern in his gaze.

"Ah. Not anything to worry of Shatz."

You'd take his word for it.

The two of you would lay there for some time, listening to the sounds of each other breathing while the background noise of a movie filled the room.

"Mm.. Let's take a bath..." You leaned forward, whispering into his ear before biting the edge of it ever so lightly. Just enough in the way you knew if drove him mad.

He laughed.

One of those downright evil,

scheming laughs.

The one that made your cunt tighten because you knew just how much you were in for it.

He stood, arms wrapping under your bottom and pulling you up with him as he made quick strides to the glass door that led out onto the back patio that had the large tub. Setting you down next to the tub and quickly starting to tug off any remaining clothing that you had clug to your body.

"Wait- slow down a little." You laughed out softly, reaching a hand up and cupping his jaw stilling his movements. "What's got you all riled up sweetheart?"

"I want you to be loud, Shatz." He leaned in, whispering into your ear.

"Yea? Why's what?" You smiled up at him, kissing the bottom of his chin.

"I want you to tell the world your mine with those sweet little noises you make."

You laughed lightly- nervously, but it died in your throat as you stared up at him.

There was a dark glint in his eyes, the one that barely lingers when he's first walking through the door.

It was feral.

It was pretty hot.

He turned, leaving you for a moment to be surrounded by the cold air of the night. No longer having the body heat he projected everywhere he went filling your space.

You'd protest, but the sound of the knob to the bath turning and the unmistakable sound of water pouring into the tub created white noise.

You turned to him, sucking on your teeth as you grabbed a bottle full of scented soap, pouring it into the cascading water and watching as bubbles started to form in the tub.

Reaching out to him, you grabbed at the hem of his pants, tugging on them. He snickered slightly grabbing the belt and undoing it, then pushing his pants and boxers to the floor.

He stepped into the bath, sitting on the back ledge where various candles and glass containers held salts, soups, lotions, and other various collections of your own you'd use.

His thighs flexed and he stared you down with a hungry, dark look. You could feel heat rising to your cheeks as you stepped into the bath, kneeling down as the water continued to fill around you. Leaning forward, you placed a hand on his thigh and continued to bring your face closer to his crotch. Grabbing hold of his cock, hand wrapping around the girth of it as you enjoyed its weight in your hand.

You loved the outdoor tub, you'd sit out here some nights, staring out into the forest. One night a doe had even pranced it way through the lawn while you sat and soaked.

It was bliss.

You flicked your tongue out, collecting the shiny clear bead of precum dribbled from the tip of his cock, licking it up and savoring the salty taste on your tongue.

"Stop teasing, Schatz." He said, hand placing on your shoulder.

It was a warning.

You looked up at him, giving your best innocent doe eyes as you took the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking and flicking your tongue around the head.

He grumbled something, tossing his head back as his muscles flexed. Hand on your shoulder creeping into your hair as you started to bob your head on his cock.

You could feel his cock brush the back of your throat, slightly adjusting your head to continue to take him further, down until you could feel the brush of his hair against your nose.

"So good to me." He praised, a finger brushing against your hollowed-out cheeks as you continued to take his length down your throat.

Eventually, pulling back and let out a gasp as a long string of thickened saliva bridged from your mouth to the head of his cock.

"Did I say stop?" He asked lightly.

"It's gonna overflow." You laughed, turning around and shutting off the faucet. The look on his face proved your point of him forgetting about the hot running water behind you- tub dangerously close to the edge.

He leaned forward, dipping his lower body into the water until he was sat up to his chest, nipples hovering over the steamy water.

Pushing forward, you climbed into his lap and pushed your chest to his, connecting mouths and sighing into each other, hands slowly exploring and enjoying as the hot water melted away the day's tensions.

He pulled your back onto his chest, snaking a hand around your tummy and dipping it down into your core, a large finger breaching your hole and pumping into you with his thumb teasing your clit while his second hand toyed with your tits.

Your back arched onto his chest, a moan escaping your lips as he continued his onslaught of toying and teasing for what felt like an eternity.

"Fuck me- Stop teasing me." You whined hand grabbing his wrist close to your cunt and giving it a squeeze.

"You want me to fuck you, Schatz?"

"Yes." You moaned.

"Fill my pretty wife full of cum?" He leaned forward, shifting your position as the water sloshed, throwing gallons over the edge.

"Please." You whined.

His hand left your tit and reached up to your jaw, hand easily covering the expanse of it and ring finger reaching up and pulling your mouth wide open. His finger pushed down on your tongue, causing your head to pull down as you felt him move behind you.

Your only retaliation?

Wiggling your hips.

He grunted, bringing a hand down and harshly slapping it on your ass leaving a large red handprint embellishing your skin. He lifted a knee, planting his foot beside you and he trusted upward, pushing his cock into your core.

With his finger forcing your mouth open, the mouth that would normally be reserved, held in by your lips to live in your throat came out breaking the white noise of sloshing water and his pants.

"Braves Mädchen." He praises, snapping his hips forward sending more water sloshing forward.

Keeping his hand in your mouth, a hand slithered down and brushed against your clit as his pace picked up, sending you up and above the clouds, looking down upon the scene as if you were an angel.

You moaned again, whatever words spilling from your mouth coming out messy and in no way understandable. You could feel your walls fluttering with the combined attention on your clit and the oh-so-filling stretch of his cock in your tight cunt.

You choke out a whine and he lifts your hips, pressing himself impossibly deeper into you and he continues his ruthless onslaught.

You could feel a flutter in your gut, the tight cord pulled it its limit.

"Going to cum, Shatz?" He sneered out, that ruthless, demeaning tone as he pressed exceptionally hard against your clit with his rough calloused finger.

You could only whine in response as the motions set in action came to a head all at once.

It was as if white stars danced into your vision, everything in your body seized, tightening while he continued to fuck into you, up until you could feel his hips stutter, that bruisingly strong grip on your hip that you knew would leave little fingerprint bruises in the morning.

His hand left your jaw, turning you around and pulling you close to his chest.

"Ich liebe dich." He mumbled into your hair.

"Ich liebe dich mehr." You replied to him, clinging to his chilled skin as the two of you sunk back down into the heavily depleted water.

He had helped you from the bath, grabbed you a towel, and carried you inside, setting you down on your bed while he walked out to collect his things and drain the tub.

He wouldn't normally clean up, no. But this time he wanted to make sure to emphasize what he wanted to say.

Pulling the band of his sweatpants as his bare feet came into contact with the cold wet wood of the back deck, looking out into the thicket of trees and brush he saw the glint of glass.

A scope.

He grinned, one of the sick, wicked grins no one would see with the veil covering his face on the battlefield. He wasn't scared, he knew exactly who was out there.

If they wanted to know why he rushed home so badly, he'd let them know.

"Hoffe es hat euch gefallen!" He called out.

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