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smninthisworldd · 9 months

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Babysitter next door ; König x fem!OC ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

i am so incredibly sorry it took me this long to post, but i promise i’m here… i’ve always been here 😽

❝SUMMARY OF CHAP 5: A month after Ella’s big day, König and Jasmine end up being closer than ever. But then, things turn cold between them… until things get better. A lot better…❞

w.c: 3000 ; part 5/?

PREVIOUS CHAPTER MASTERLIST

A month had passed since Ella’s birthday. König stayed with his daughter for a whole week, taking her to car trips and luna parks, to the beach and to her favorite fast foods. He won Ella many plushies awards for winning at numerous luna park arcades and games, and she couldn’t be happier to take those home as a beautiful memory of that week.

But all good things eventually come to an end. When it was time for König to leave for work, Jasmine offered to babysit her again, not wanting the little girl to be alone. And Ella didn’t want to stay with her grandparents, so she was glad she could stay with Jas.

König was also very pleased to see their bond getting stronger and stronger, and when Ella was happy, he was happy.

He regularly came home at two-week intervals during that month, from Friday to Sunday. And he would leave again on Monday, stay two weeks away and return home next Friday.

Until he finally got his 30 days off in August. Military service members earn 30 days of paid leave per year, and König finally got his.

He returned home on a Tuesday, late at night. The apartment lights were off, and it was very silent. He assumed Ella and Jas were both sleeping, so he walked carefully in the apartment although his combat boots made loud thuds with every step.

He took off his vest and placed his suitcases near the couch, and he would’ve expected to find Jasmine sleeping there, but she wasn’t. He immediately panicked a little bit, wondering where she was and why she wasn’t there.

König then walked into Ella’s room to check on her only to find her sleeping like an angel. He smiled at the sight, and closed the door refusing to disturb her sleep.

His shirt was the next thing to come off, as it was all sweaty and dirty - he needed a shower. When he reached his bedroom, he found Jasmine in his bed, reading a book. Hair tied up, glasses on. And she was wearing one of his shirts.

König smirked at the sight, raising his eyebrows slightly. «Jas.» he greeted her, his lips curling into a smile.

She blushed heavily seeing him shirtless, and she felt guilty for being in his bed, wearing his shirt. «König! I’m sorry I grabbed one of your shirts, I…»

«No problem, Jas. Don’t worry.» König interrupted her, smiling. «You can wear any of my shirts wherever you want, as long as they fit you comfortably.»

Jasmine closed the book and smiled at him as if to say “thank you.” Instead, she asked: «How are you?»

«Tired.» he replied, his back now facing her while he grabbed some clean sweatpants, underwear and a towel. That back. That sculpted, muscular back. His muscles flexing with each movement, even the slightest one. And Jasmine couldn’t stop admiring him. «But I desperately need a shower.»

«Oh… about that…» she started, causing König to look at her from over his shoulder. «I don’t know why, but water doesn’t flow in your bathroom. Ella and I had to shower in my apartment, so… I guess you, uhm… you’ll have to use my shower, too.»

König chuckled, facing her now. «I’ll have that checked as soon as possible.» He walked toward his bedroom door, and gestured Jasmine to follow him. She obliged immediately, and they both exited his apartment.

«Will Ella be okay? She’s sleeping alone…» Jasmine worried.

«She’s deeply sleeping.» König locked the door to his apartment. «And I’ll be right next door.»

Meanwhile, Jasmine opened her apartment’s door and walked in, followed by König. She gulped nervously, placing her keys on the table and turning to look at him, while nervously leaning on the table as he took his boots off. «Go ahead, you know where the bathroom is.» she said, forcing herself to sound as calm and relaxed as possible.

König looked down at her and smiled, extending his veiny arm to leave his own keys there. In doing so, his body leaned closer to Jasmine’s and his arm nearly touched her waist. «Thank you, Jas.» he whispered, before walking toward her bathroom.

She remained there for a moment, trying to process what just happened. She sighed deeply, heavily blushing; her heart was pounding in her chest and her skin nearly shivered. Just the mere, simple thought of König touching her waist, even as a mistake, drove her crazy. Jas took a seat at the table, sighing again as she waited for König to exit the bathroom.

In the meantime, König entered Jasmine’s bathroom and was immediately overwhelmed by the amazing and delicious yet subtle scent of the room: vanilla, honey and chocolate. He could also smell coconut and amber, too. And it all was because of her perfumes, elegantly placed on some wall shelves near the large mirror, along with Jasmine’s hair products and skincare. Her bathroom was so clean and elegant, just like the rest of her apartment. Just like her.

König closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet and enveloping scent of her, and smiled. He took off his pants and underwear and walked into the shower, and all of Jasmine’s shower gels, scrubs and shampoos smelled so much he was tempted to try everything.

But he decided to use just a little bit of some vanilla body wash, from the largest bottle. Just so it won’t be too much of a waste. As he rubbed in on his body, he could smell Jasmine. It smelled exactly like her. König’s eyes closed, and he massaged the fragranced shower gel all over himself, losing his mind over the smell of the woman he’d been fantasizing about for the last months.

He knew he had to make a move. To let her know that he liked her. Was he shy? Scared? Afraid of her rejection? He didn’t even know. Maybe all of the above. But maybe… maybe this was his chance. Maybe he could make his move that night. The silence of the night and the fact they were alone in Jasmine’s apartment gave him an immediate boost of courage and confidence.

König ran his hands through his hair to clear his thoughts - although his mind couldn’t stop thinking about Jasmine - and rinsed off the excess bubbles that her body wash left on his body with hot water. He got out of the shower and looked at his reflection in the mirror while wiping his body with the towel, and put on his clean grey sweatpants after that.

He then walked back toward the kitchen and saw Jasmine sitting at the table, scrolling through her phone. He smiled and walked behind her, gently caressing her hair as he approached her. «Your bathroom smells really nice. I used a bit of your vanilla shower gel, I hope you don’t mind.»

Jasmine looked up at him as his hand remained in her hair, slowly moving toward the side of her face. «Not at all.» The blush on her face made her look even more attractive and sweet, which König really, really liked.

He liked - no, loved - seeing his partners, in general, blush. Especially when he was the reason. It was a confidence booster for him, and it awakened his more dominant side. He was a very passionate man, a provider. And what he looked for was a more shy and quite submissive partner he could please at all times.

König smirked, carefully caressing Jasmine’s cheek with his thumb. She was looking at him shyly, her face all flustered and her cheeks so warm and red. And he loved it. He sighed loudly, his thumb slowly moving toward her mouth and tracing the outline of her pretty lips, tempting and deliciously soft.

Her sweet eyes, big and shy, looking at him and then looking away, and then at him again and away once more.

«Look at me, Jas.»

That was everything she needed to hear. Everything she wanted to hear. Her eyes went from looking at his sculpted abs and his subtle happy trail to his defined chest and broad shoulders, up to his narrowed eyes, piercing through her.

«Good girl.»

Jasmine panicked. Fucking panicked. A shiver ran down her spine, and her stomach filled with fluttering butterflies. Her hands were sweating, her thighs squeezed together in a desperate attempt to hide and suppress how turned on she was. Where did all this come from? Since when was König like that with her? But… did she mind? Not at all.

König’s thumb stopped on her mouth, while the rest of his hand grabbed her chin gently and tilted it upward. He caressed her bottom lip and softly parted her lips, while he took a deep breath and used his other hand to caress her hair.

Jasmine gulped loudly, closing her eyes for a moment and looking at him as he slowly bent down toward her. His face closer and closer to hers. «Jas…»

«König…» she whispered.

She leaned even closer to his face, not resisting another moment, wanting to feel his lips on hers.

«Papa!»

Ella’s voice. König immediately stepped back and panicked, grabbing his keys and making his way out of Jasmine’s apartment. She followed him, driven by instinct, and wanted to make sure the little girl was okay.

König slammed the door open and ran toward Ella’s room, where he found her crying in her bed. He immediately pulled her into a tight hug and caressed her hair, asking what was going on.

«I had a nightmare…» she replied, to which König answered with a relieved sigh and smile. He looked at Jasmine and smiled softly as she approached Ella to caress her back.

«It’s okay, princess.» König whispered. He turned to Jasmine again, and to his surprise she held the eye contact, due to the tension between them.

They were about to kiss.

At the thought, Jasmine blushed heavily and took a few steps back. She smiled softly at König and waved, mouthing a “Good night”. König smiled and winked, as Jas left his apartment.

The following few days were… weird, to say the least. Jasmine and König didn’t speak that much often anymore, and König was cold whenever they greeted each other.

Jasmine realized it was all because of that kiss they were about to exchange. Maybe it was a mistake for him, she thought. Or maybe it would only make everything more difficult, for Ella too.

Her thoughts were eating her alive, haunting her, until, one evening, she had the response to that.

Both König and Jasmine went out to throw the garbage, and met in the hallway. Jasmine smiled at him and he greeted her with a nod; «Allow me» he then said, picking up Jasmine’s heavy bag.

«Thanks.» Jasmine smiled, heading toward her apartment. But just then, König called out her name and gestured her to follow him.

So she did, and to her relief, they talked the whole time. About trash, yes. But at least now they spoke to each other.

As they headed back to their floor, König gently grabbed Jasmine’s hand and made her look into his eyes. «Can we talk, Jas?»

She looked at him with a bit of a worried expression, given his seriousness all of a sudden, but nodded.

König led her into his apartment and they sat on the couch; «I’m sorry.» he started.

«For what?» she asked, her brows knitting.

König sighed, and looked in her eyes. «For not talking to you after… what happened. I acted like an asshole, and I shouldn’t have treated you like this. I…» he paused, trying to find the right words. «I was afraid you’d refuse me. I still am. But you deserve to know how I feel about you.»

Jasmine’s eyes widened by hearing those words, but she didn’t mouth a word, and wanted to hear what König wanted to tell her.

«From the moment I’ve laid my eyes on you, I liked you. A lot. And it’s not just about your looks, which of course, attract me very much…» he said, with a little smile. «It’s your personality and intelligence that I absolutely adore about you. I love the way you carry yourself and your manners. I love your attitude, even when it’s a lot to handle, and I love your sensitivity. And I love your smile.» he said, gently caressing her cheek as she blushed. «I love seeing you blush like that, and seeing your eyes widen a bit when it happens.»

He paused for a moment, admiring her features before continuing: «Your smile brings a little dimple right here at the end of your lips, which I love.» he lowered his tone, caressing the edge of her smile. He then moved his hand to the side to caress her hair. «And I love how soft your hair is, and how it always smells like vanilla. I could never get enough of this sweet scent of yours.»

Jasmine blushed more, still looking into his eyes and not believing that this was really happening. He lowered his hand near her jawline and his other hand joined, caressing her face as his eyes followed those movements. «I love how beautiful you are, inside out. You’re genuine, sweet and hot headed when tou want to, and I know I want to take care of you, not only as a friend.» he admitted, shyly. «It was difficult for me not speaking to you these days. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea… it only enhanced how much I like you…»

His voice lowered again, and his face crept closer to hers. «…and how bad I want to kiss you.»

Jasmine’s lips parted, and they looked into each other’s eyes for a moment…

Before she grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him into that kiss.

It was gentle, tender. König’s lips were softly pressed against hers, and slowly, he asked permission to use his tongue to deepen it. Jas allowed it, and one of his hands moved to the back of her neck, pulling her even closer.

Jasmine’s back straightened and her hands caressed König’s hair and cheeks, before they pulled apart for a moment, heavy breathing.

«Is this your way of telling me you feel the same?» he asked after a long moment, locking eyes with her.

Jasmine smiled and whispered a «Yes.»; she looked at his lips again, and then around the room. Soon, her expression changed into a worried one. She stood up and blushed heavily. «W-wait… what will Ella think of this?!» she asked, pointing toward her room.

König chuckled and picked her up princess style, sitting back on the couch with her in his lap. «Ella is not even home. She’s sleeping at one of her friends’ house: they’re having a tea party sleepover.» he said, reassuring her a little bit.

«But… we should tell her. She deserves to know.» Jasmine said, her expression still morphed into one of worry. «I… how will she even look at me now?»

«Will you stop worrying about Ella?» König said with a laugh. «She loves you. And I’m sure she will love you even more.»

Meanwhile, Jas placed her head on his shoulder, her cheeks red and warm by thinking about that kiss. It was just unbelievable.

They cuddled like that for some minutes, enjoying each other’s arms and warmth, while König’s hands caressed Jasmine’s sides so softly she was starting to fall asleep in his arms.

«Are you this comfortable around me?» he whispered, kissing her forehead gently. Jasmine answered with a smile and a nod, snuggling as closer as possible, wanting to feel that embrace in her bones.

«Would you be more comfortable in my bed?»

König’s sudden question caught her off guard. She immediately lifted her head, her face bright red. Of course she felt excited about his request… but really? That was what König was thinking about?

König blushed as well, immediately laughing at himself. «Oh, I apologize, it came out absolutely wrong.»

He cleared his throat before rephrasing: «I was thinking… maybe we could sleep together? Only sleep, though, I promise. I wasn’t thinking of anything else.»

Jasmine laughed as he slightly panicked while saying that. She found it adorable how such a grown and fearless man could be so vulnerable and sincere in moments like these.

Blushing, she nodded lightly. «I think I would actually like a cuddle tonight.»

König’s eyes sparkled of joy and he kissed her lips again. This time, it was just a simple, small and gentle kiss, but it made Jasmine turn red once more.

He then picked her up easily and carried her to his room. Of course, it was a particular moment for him and his urges, but he managed to keep calm. For Jas, he would do anything. And especially, he wouldn’t do anything if she wasn’t up to it.

Once there, König sat on his giant bed with her in his arms and gently placed her down beside him. She shyly lifted the covers over her and yelped when König’s strong and massive arm pulled her into a tight hug, her back against his chest.

His other arm slipped under her pillow, and his hand met hers. Slowly and gently, he caressed her hand and locked fingers, holding her tightly to himself while the scent of her hair was invading his nostrils in such a sweet way, he couldn’t get enough of.

~ someoneinthisworldd ; please do not copy.

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