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König's lidded eyes linger on a single person in the common area. His teammates occupy the living space, talking loudly to each other or just leaning against the nearest surface, staring. Everyone on the team was here, including König's favourite. You. You're talking to a fellow soldier, listening to them with somewhat of a smile on your face. König stares at that smile, as well as the rest of you, his eyes fixed into a glare that looks as if he wants you out of this building, off this planet. He doesn't mean to; he's stuck in his thoughts, thoughts of you and what he would do with just an hour alone with you...Talk to you? Make you laugh? Hold you? Make you-
Your sudden turnaround stops his thoughts from being at the forefront of his mind, his eyes watching yours as you scan the room before meeting his eyes.
Yes, you felt his burning glare on you, a weird itch that - though you tried to focus on the chatty soldier next to you - got more noticeable by the second. You just needed to turn around. Your eyes eventually met his, and even though you couldn't really see his eyes under his mask from this distance, you had decided no one else was looking at you but him. You send the giant a wave and a wider smile than the one you had on, which drove him ultimately wild. König loves that smile more than anything, he wants to see it all the time. He wants to wake up to it, he wants to see it when he calms you down from crying, he wants to see it when you come down from your high that only he could deliver. That brief thought alone sends a jolt to his nether regions.
But he panics - curse social anxiety - and breaks eye contact to pretend to focus on the dying conversation Ghost was having with someone beside him.
König doesn't look at you for what feels like years. The longer he keeps his eyes off you, the more it feels like someone is pouring bleach into his eyes. When he does look up at you again, you're moving toward him, and he panics even more. He thinks you're coming over to scream at him for looking at you, maybe to tell him he's nothing to you, but those thoughts fall short when you turn to Ghost and invite him into a conversation. You're smiling properly now, he can tell, and it irks him. But not in a possessive way: more in a self loathing way. He isn't the one making you grin broadly, he isn't the one making your face light up in response to his words. He isn't the one telling you things that make you think, frown and laugh. For once, König wishes he was Ghost.
Your conversation with Ghost dies and after a friendly farewell you go to sit on one of the chairs in the commons room. His unimpressed visage traces your body as you make your way over there. He sees everything at once; your now neutral expression from the side, your casual walk, the way your knees bends as you sit, the way the surface of your thighs expand once you sit on the chair. Your posture is almost straight, but perfect- just like the rest of you, he believes. The seat next to you is occupied by a soldier who pays you no mind as you sit down, instead picking a fight with Soap as they threaten to beat each other up. The urge to grab those two fools by their scruffs and toss them away just for some time to be in your vicinity starts to creep into his mind, and König entertains the thought by imagining what your reaction would be. Maybe you'd get angry, or be happy? Maybe you'd beg him to take you then and there... Another jolt to his groin.
You shield yourself from the roughhousing going on next to your as your co-worker sitting next to your gets yanked out of his seat by Soap, and you laugh as the two men move their battle away from you, leaving the seat empty. König takes note that you're now sitting alone, getting an idea. He stands up and takes a few tentative steps over to you. He waits there, staring, waiting for you to notice him. It doesn't take long, you and look up at the awfully tall man. “Oh, hello, König! Want to take a seat?” you pat the now free seat next to you invitingly, wearing an equally inviting smile. The giant hesitates, and glowers at you as he processes the interaction.
No, you've hardly spoken, in fact you've never exchanged more than one word at a time. He's amazed that you even know his name- but of course you do, you're amazing, you know everyone here and treat all of them with the same respect, even if you don't talk. Your generosity is so, so addicting to him, and he wishes he could reward you for being the person you are, in any form you want.
After a few silent, and almost awkward seconds, König sits down on the seat. Looking anywhere but at you, trying to look normal, like he isn't ready to cream his pants at the mere idea of being this close to you.
You don't take offense to his off behaviour. You send him a smile and look away to something in the room that you assure is less interesting than König. You think about your distant time with him, your missions with him, and then you remember his Austrian descent. You decide, maybe you should surprise him, maybe to help him get closer and more comfortable to you, like you've wanted.
"Wie gehts?" You ask him, and with that you witness the cogs in his enigmatic head stop turning, you witness his eyes widen just a bit in surprise. He turns to you, silently trying to decipher whether that really was you that said that, or if he was unintentionally indulging in one of his favourite fantasies. He scans your face and spots that inquisitive expression, and there he confirms that you really can speak at least some German. God, not even a two sided conversation yet and he's close.
König's mind races, his heart plummets and rises terrifyingly, and he stammers to find words in his native language. "Er...Ich bin...gut." His face is warm and he can already feel sweat beading at his brow, as he realises he just spoke to you. You. He almost regrets doing it, until he sees you smiling, and not maliciously either.
"Super. Dachte nicht, dass ich Deutsch kann, hm?" Your eyebrows are raised almost teasingly matching your tone and your smile, and it's not anything more than a friendly tease, but it lures König's mind into dark places again. Nevertheless, he still doesn't expect you to speak even more German, let alone fluent German, so it takes him a short while to process.
"...How do you know Deu..German..?" He asks slowly, looking at you and feeling nearly blinded by your looks.
“Self taught since 17.” Your smile shifts into a prouder one and your eyes flick between both of his, the only parts of his face that were visible, before settling on one to look into and admiring their colour all the while, enjoying how they pop against the eye black he adorned.
His hand twitches, and in a moment of distraction it slithers closer to one of your own, craving the contact. It gets dangerously close and he only then notices, his eyes shooting down which cause yours to do the same. He tugs his arm back, hurriedly whispering a, "Es tut mir leid."
Your eyebrows are raised more now, with surprise, but soon they fall and you reach over and grab his hand with your own. "It's alright. I don't mind." Your hand rests in König's palm and his mind goes bonkers, not a single cohesive thought present but any focus just put on you. Your hand in the very same one he palms himself at the thought of you to almost every night. Another jolt. It's almost disgusting, but it's more ecstasy.
You look on intently at your joined hands on the armrest and laugh at the size difference. "You're seriously a giant."
He looks down at them too and silently swallows to be able to answer you. "Ohh... you make it sound like it's a bad thing.." This urges a quick exhale from your nose as you're quick to answer, “No, it’s not a bad thing,” you answer, tilting your head in his direction, and then you say, “The bigger the better, right?” and right there König's sure he'll explode in more ways than one. He swears you know what you're saying, he promises you know the undertones behind that and he can see the proof in the glimmer of your gorgeous eyes.
With that, a surge of confidence overcomes him and he's not sure if he's imagining himself leaning over to you and squeezing your hand in his strong grip or not. Either way, he comes close to your ear and says, "I can show you just how big I am.."
His proximity, as well as his strong - and frankly, sexy - accented words catches you off guard and you freeze, feeling your cheeks warm up. "Is that s..so?" you whisper, scanning your eyes scanning the room, watching everyone else be utterly and entirely unaware of the current situation, to your relief.
König looks at you, enjoying your shock. He watches you look around, also noticing how no one is looking at them. This makes him even more confident, and paired with your response, he goes to say, "No, I don't say.. I show." He whispers this, leaning in closer as his voice lowers and dips so deliciously, feeling his heart racing and hoping yours is too.
“Kö..König..!” you mumble surprised, looking at his suddenly seductive eyes with your own wide ones, pushing invasive but absolutely glorious scenarios out of your mind. You have a feeling you know where this may go, and your leg jumps in glee. You swallow saliva in anticipation, trying to get over your surprise.
König leans in further as you mumble his name and controls the urge to roll his eyes back in pure ecstasy over your voice. He tugs your hand, and thanks to his stature, he tugs your body toward him. König leans in close, whispering in your ear. "I need you, (name).. I want you." König whispers, desperately and you can tell he's been wanting to say that for a long time. His voice is shaking, almost whimpering, a complete opposite of his words.
You think for a few seconds, staring at our intertwined hands. Then you stand up, whispering to him, “Komm und finde mich.” and then you leave the room to your own quarters. König freezes, processing your words and gulping again, and sitting still in his seat. He manages to regain his bearings - or the ones he still had after talking to you, he still feels like he's going insane from your contact alone - and waits a small amount of time before standing up and leaving the room, knowing for a fact you want him in your private quarters.
It takes a while, but he manages to find your quarters, knocking on the door softly a few times. What he doesn't expect, is for you to open the door and grab him by his shirt, dragging him in your room and closing the door just as quick as it had opened. He can hardly process it- but by the time he does his back has hit the wall, your hands are on either side of him, pinning him against the wall, looking up at him. His breathing falls just a bit heavier as his mind runs rampant. His mouth, on the other hand, can only mumble out a shaky, "Wh...what?" as he understands his situation.
“Thought you could fluster me out there? As if you weren’t flustered yourself, staring at me like a hungry dog the entire time I was in that room...Like I wouldn’t notice you. Like you weren’t getting hard from me just existing.” You keep your hands where they are either side of him, looking up at his masked face with furrowed brows. König's face heats even more, and he's sweating again at the confrontation, but you both know he loves it. The twitch in his pants was proof enough. "You...noticed it?"
"It’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like I said, the bigger the better...So, anything you want to tell me?" Your words cause König to breathe even heavier, thinking of all the things he wants to tell you, all the things he wants to do to you, all the things he wants you to do to him...
But all he can get out is, "Well.." He whispers quietly. "I... I nnneed you.."
"Sag mir," You demand as your hands move up his chest slowly, agonisingly, which is covered by a tight army green tee. Your touch burns him and he curses himself for having the decency to wear shirts. His heart stops and his dick twitches at your German, and he can only manage a single word, "Be..befriedigung."
You deem König's single word good enough as your hands reach up to his shoulders eventually, feeling them before moving back down slowly. “Gut Junge.” your hands move to his sides, feeling them up firmly and stepping closer to him, putting your right leg in-between his own two. The intrusion makes him gasp as your knee brushes against his cock.
"Mein Gott...(name).."
“Do you know what’s going to happen now?” You ask him quietly, looking up at him through your lashes as you feel his chest again, his abdomen. His eyes flutter closed for a second before he opens them again, desperate to see you. He struggles with his words, only managing, "Nein.. I don't.. I'm not.. thinking right.. Can't.. think.. only.. want you.." His eyes drag over your face slowly, looking at your eyes, your eyebrows, your lips that say the things that get him going...
You stand on your tiptoes in an attempt to get closer to his face and say, “I’m gonna make you forget English,” And with that you know he's completely in your hands. His breath becomes ragged and all he can stare at is your lips, those fucking inviting lips that can do anything. "Oh.. oh my god.. please.."
You stand on your feet normally after a second, grabbing him by his tight tee and pulling him off the wall, leading him to your bed. König looks behind him and then back to you, mind racing but going blank at the same time in anticipation. You push him down onto it, and he's laid down with his calves off the bed, which grants you a free seat on his leg thigh. König shudders at your warmth on his leg, almost feeling dizzy as he looks at you from his position on the bed.
“Do you have a better idea now, Schatz?” You lean over him a bit, wary of your lower movements and try to keep them at a minimum.
König's eyes are frozen on you, watching your every movement. His lower body begins to tremble slightly as you lean forward. König's mouth is dry as he watches all the motion happening above him. König finds himself wanting you more and more every second, no, needing more of you.
You try to reach his masked lips, but fail, instead sliding up his body to sit on his stomach. You lean down and kiss him through his mask slowly. König's eyes quickly blink once, twice, as a feeling of pure bliss washes over him. His lower body squirms slightly under you, his muscles tensing up. König's mouth opens ever so slightly as you kiss him through his mask, a few long and breathy moans being heard from him. He reaches up for you, grabbing your hands and squeezing, absolutely enamoured.
You pull back from the kiss abruptly and grab his hands, throwing them up beside his head and pinning them there. “No touching, nein berührend.” You snarl at him, trying to hide how fucking turned on you are. König moans and groans when you pin his hands above his head. He watches you with absolutely primal desire in his eyes, his body aching for you. "Oh.. oh please.. I want you.. please please pleeeeeease.. please let me touch you.." König whispers pleadingly, his breath shaky. His words make you breathe out a moan as you lean down again to kiss him through his mask. More loud moans come from König, as he continues to squirm and moan, his body practically shaking with desire.
All he can do is think about this moment, and how many times he's thought of this, how many months he's been waiting for this, how many times he's came to this.
You pull away from the kiss but not his masked skin, moving your lips down his masked neck and kissing it, earning a guttural moan from the giant under you. His thighs twitch behind you and your hands increase the grip on his wrists. "Mein Gott...(name), mmh..."
You move your hands off his, offering, “If you keep your hands off me until I say, we can do whatever you want after. In Ordnung?” König gasps slightly when you move your hands off of him. He looks up at your and nods, unintentionally whispering, "Okay.. okay I won't touch you." A soft and lustful blush paints König's face as he looks at you, his lips trembling slightly in submission. König's gaze moves to your lips, watching them move. You kiss his masked lips once again, moving your hands to the collar of his tight shirt and fiddling with it. Meanwhile you adjust your bottom on his abdomen, shuddering ever so slightly.
Another horny, slutty and hungry moan escapes König's lips, his voice becoming a bit shaky as well. "Ah.. ah please.. please.. I need you.. I need you so bad.." He whispers, watching as you adjust your bottom on his abdomen with pupils blown wide. "What do you want me to do, Schatz?” Your fingers feel the skin underneath his shirt collar almost teasingly. It takes him a few seconds of shuddering, but König's voice is still shaky when he finally does speak. "Uhn.. I dunno..? Please?.. Please just.. do.... something.. to me.. please.. I'm begging you.." He whispers.
Your eyes glaze over his toned body still wearing his shirt. “How are we gonna get that off…” You ponder to yourself before getting an idea and ordeing König to, “Bleiben.” before getting off him and walking to your closet. König whimpers at the loss of warmth and closeness as he looks at your moving body with desperate eyes. You procure a Swiss army knife before quickly reclaiming your place on König’s lap. You lift the collar of his shirt with one hand and use the other to cut down the middle, watching his eyes all the while.
König's body shivers slightly when he is touched again. König watches you cut his shirt in half down the middle with your Swiss army knife, waiting for the damn thing to be off. "(nnname).. p-please.." He murmurs quietly, his chest falling and rising heavily as the seams of his shirt start to fall apart.
“It’s ok, gute Junge.” You praise as you rip the shirt off him, your hands finding purchase on his toned and sexy torso. Your hands on his bare body feels better than anything he's ever experienced, and he's almost sure he's going to get addicted, that this is the high he will feel once and then never find anywhere else. His eyes flutter closed as a soft groan escapes him, his brain memorising everywhere your hands touch. "Oh...mein Gott...."
Looking at his reactions, you raise your eyebrow at the Austrian giant. “I haven’t done anything yet, Schatz.”
"B..but you said.. hhh-you'd do things to me.. please?" He asks quietly, a soft groan escaping his lips. Simply, you say, “Ja.” and slide off his lap, sitting back on his left leg and undoing his belt dextrously. You get comfortable, which causes König's body to shiver a bit. König watches you undo his belt, "Scheiße.. Puh-please!.. mmh..make me forget English.. make me want you more.. please.. please I'm begging..! I-I need it so bad...!" König moans, his voice shaking slightly.
You breathe out a moan as you slide his belt out and start undoing his buttons, quicker than you had intended, but listening to his pleas. You tug them down so that they pool over around his feet, now staring at his delicious thighs and boxers, and inevitably his raging hard-on. With his pants out the way, you finally look at his eyes and trail down, ravishing his body with your eyes. “You ready?” He watches your eyes move over his body, gulping at the absolutely starved look in your eyes. "Mhm.. mhm.. I'm so ready.. Bitte..! Please touch me.. Please, bitte!" He mumbles softly, his voice growing shakier as he continues, his heart racing with each passing second.
You pull down his last article of clothing and stare at him hungrily…exhaling a moan as you wrap your hand around him. König's breathing turns shallow and rough, his overwhelming heat spreading across his body once again, starting to sweat. his eyes widen as he looks at your hand wrapped around him, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Oh.. oh Scheiße... (name).." You move your hand up and down his dick experimentally, looking up at his eyes through your lashes.
König's eyes flicker between the movement of your hand and yourself. He watches your hand pump him up and down, his legs starting to tremble slightly with pleasure. König looks down at you, and whispers faintly, not trusting anything past a mumble to not be a slutty moan. "Oh.. oh (name).. p-please.. please more.." König manages to say, wanting for you to do more, so much more. You continue what you were doing but at a more normal pace, your free hand glazing over his abdomen again, feeling his happy trail that lay there. “Is this good?”
König can only watch your hand pump him with blown pupils, unbelieving of this moment. "Oh.. oh my... ja.. ja.. sehr gut.. so good!.. please... bitte!" König whimpers, his voice full of wanton need. König's eyes follow your hand as it moves up and down, then looking down to your free hand that glides over his body deliciously. You speed up your hand’s motion, the hand that was traveling his body leaving it to move a strand of hair out of your face. You speed up just a little bit more, making his eyes roll up. König breathes even heavier, he sits up on his elbows to watch you. His hands are curled into the duvet tightly, and all that can tumble out of his almost drooling mouth are German swears and broken 'ja's.
“Do you want more, schatz?” You keep your fast pace as you look up at him, for him to quickly answer, "Y-Yes... please... more.. so gut, (name)!" König watches and feels you tighten your grip on his cock, wanting more and more by the second. König lets out a soft, but loud moan, feeling his body tense up and shake. He looks down at you with lustful eyes. “Gut Junge,” you mumble as you look at him a final time before putting your mouth to work too. König jumps and his eyes observe between where your mouth wraps around his cock. "Oh.. oh mein Gott.. sehr gut!.. m-mein... (name)... hhhimmel.. so.. so good.. (name)..." König tries to speak, but instead his voice trails off into soft, satisfied moans as his body tenses up.
His tense muscles urge you to go faster and start bobbing your head up and down, jerking what you can't fit in your mouth with your hand, which causes König to gasp softly and release absolutely delicious whimpers that almost make you want to reach your hand down to your groin. You put your other hand on one of his strong thighs, feeling it tense and flex under your touch, and it only encourages you to go as fast as you can. König's head begins to nod up and down in pleasure, and to let you know that he's so, so close.
The pressure in his stomach is so tight it's nearly painful, but it's so familiar to him. His eyes rolling up towards the back of his head and his face heating up. König watches you on top of him, but his mind is too far gone to say anything coherent. You hum around his cock, which happens to send him over the edge as he releases a really loud moan as well as many German swears, releasing into your mouth, shaking you as you sit on his large trembling thighs. His breathing gets so sexily ragged and rough, and his head falls behind him as he releases another soft moan at your mouth coming off him. You swallow his cum, or as much as you could, frankly quite enjoying the taste.
His voice sounds breathless as he looks back at you. "Oh... das war.. was... himmel.. mein Gott..." König tries to form sentences and words but is unable to. Over all the times he's ever came to the thought of you, it was never ever as good as the real thing. He almost wants to faint from the reality of the situation and the best orgasm of his life. You look at him expectantly, before looking down and noticing some of his cum dripped out of your mouth and reached your hand. You look back up at him, asking, "Gut?"
Still catching his breath, he urges, "Sehr gut... ja... so gut.. mein Schatz.." he lets out a few more soft moans, feeling his body still shake. His eyes widen again as he watches your cum-covered hand move up to your face, then your fingers dip into your lips and you lick it all up, and it's like he's ready to cum all over again. "H.. hmn?" You release your now clear-of-cum fingers from your mouth and make direct eye contact with his eyes, saying, "Du schmeckst so gut."