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Safehouse in the woods by a lake.
Jackpot. You and Konig had been dispatched to a remote cabin. By the looks of it, this was as ridiculously beautiful as it was low key. The cabin itself was by no means an air bnb but your team certainly had seen and experienced worse. This time however, you were on your own with a member of Kortac.
That someone being Konig thought he mostly kept to himself. Snacking quietly and going for quiet morning walks in the woods.
This was truly the sticks and no one would suspect you for miles.
Years even. You sighed heavily, most lovely of all it had a clawfoot bath tub that worked. You already knew.
“I’m taking a bath. For ages. Do not bother me.” you said sharply, catching Konig by surprise. You were from your own group. The Pack as it was known.
Konig seemed unbothered by the declaration.
It didn’t take long to get settled, there were thankfully several rooms to occupy. You entered what you had assumed was the master bedroom, within the room lead into an actual tub. Stripping eagerly in the master bedroom you grabbed an old towel.
Your skin had been on fire since the beginning, suppressing the urge to reach out and touch Konig. Trace the veins on his arm, bite his bicep and cling to him.
You needed touch so badly it ached and you knew you were inches away from losing it
In the bathroom was where you took off your binder. This being a demand from your captain, the less temptation meant your fellow cohorts were more likely to treat you like a person then a piece of ass.
You cupped yourself, as the steam began to rise. You had turned on the water, full speed and as hot as you could handle.
Outside in the room you hadn’t bothered to lock the door and left your clothes, panties and socks on the bed. Never mind that.
Hissing you slid into the bath, letting your skin drink in the stinging pangs of heat. Privacy like this was delicious and rare.
Arching your back you reached behind you placing each foot up on the wall. The water running its wet laps between your legs. You drifted imagining Konigs tongue.
Meanwhile..
Konig heard the water running from the kitchen. He himself hadn’t bothered to claim a bed but it hadn’t occurred to him that this safehouse might have had running water.
You immediately dismissed yourself and his stomach lurched protectively. Where were you going? Did you need help? He suppressed these need to protect you from anyone hiding in the shadows of this large cabin.
Walking up the stairs, he resisted the urge to point his weapon. You two were obviously sent here because of how remote it was. Lord knows it was a pain in the ass to find the place in the first place. The lush remote green of the Oregon woods.
Humming.
He heard humming.
He walked up to the bedroom door where he assumed you might have claimed. Eyes peeking through the door, you hadn’t bothered closing at least the bedroom door. He saw your clothes splayed out on the bed. One of which being your black panties.
He bit his lip.
Konig nein he said quietly to himself though he quietly snuck in. stop his fingers reaching out and quickly pocketing the pair as he heard the faucet turn.
“Konig?” he heard you ask. Almost pleading.
He left fearfully.
You couldn’t know.
He had his prize.
He left, leaving the door ajar as it was and retreating to the opposite side of the cabin to find a room.
Closing the door he leaned against it, locking the door and quickly unfastening his belt. His pants, his breathing quickening.
Pervert.
I need this. I need this now.
Ripping his glove from his hand he fisted himself. Watching his cock hardening to its full length. Bringing your panties to his face, he pressed them deep against his nose inhaling. He began to rut greedily against his own hand, the precum came quickly. He suppressed a whimper. The very scent of you. Sweet and sour. He tongued the part where your pussy had once been. Still warm. Still heady. He was lost, His strokes quickening. His knees locking, thighs tensing as his breath was sharper now. Panting and now sucking at the fabric. Wanting to taste every bit of you that he could. This was so wrong. So fucking wrong and he needed it.
A soft knock stopped him mid stroke.
His eyes widened out of fear, pocketing your panties in his back pocket he lifted his boxer briefs over his cock with it pointing up to hide his erection. Which was no easy feat to do considering.
“Er..uh..um yes Mädchen?”
“Hey.. Konig i’m so sorry..” you were at his door, sheepishly. A large towel wrapped around you. “I was wondering if you had a spare shirt? My shirt from earlier got some water on it and..”
“Ach! Ja of course. Let me.. “ he opened. Scrambled. Digging into his pack and pulling his own white nightshirt and opening the door just slightly. “Here ..”
You looked at his arm then hand puzzledly gently taking the shirt.
“Are you okay?”
Peeking his head around the door he cleared his throat once he saw your wet hair. Your thick legs and flushed face.
“Ja Ja i’m fine just a smidge tired you see. Heh.”
Hugging the shirt to your chest.
“Thank you so much i’ll give it back tomorrow first thing.”
“Anytime” he said curtly closing the door swiftly and panting.
Too close.
Inside of your own quarters you, closed the door without locking it.
Konig was acting. Weird. And he was out of breath.
Was he also? No..well?..hm.
Hope springs eternal
Unfolding the shirt you looked at the sheer size of it.
“Dear god..” you said with a slight smile. While you were no bag of bones. This shirt would fall just above your knees.
You didn’t bother wearing underwear beneath it, snuggling into the bed. An actual bed. With an actual comforter. You could have purred.
For a brief second, you fantasized about your old apartment in the city.
You hummed happily, hair in a towel. You clutched at your breasts. This shirt had laid against Konigs chest . Biting your lip. Could he tell if you came in his shirt?
Could he tell if you left your mark on it. Unconsciously tell everyone you were his?
What a sick fucking thought. You smiled as your hands began to wander to your thighs. A coil of hair between your legs as you found yourself masturbating again. Disturbed at a creak earlier you hadn’t quite got to cum. The pervasive thought of Konigs arms, the peak of his chin you had seen once when you were eating together. You hadn’t seen his face but you had fantasized.
Your two fingers curled inside, you imagined his eager mouth. Tasting him.
All of it– arching your back your eyes fluttered shut.
You weren’t even on the same squad. Some teams swapped shirts if they had fucked other squads. Why not you?
Konig was inches away and here you were fingering yourself in his shirt.
Sighing, you threw the blankets off.
Damn the consequences.
Hair down, white t-shirt and underwear less you found yourself. Once again in front of Konigs door.
You rapped softly again.
A very confused and equally breathless Konig answered.
Staring down at you, the light spilling onto you made the white shirt you wore nearly see through. His throat went drew and he gaped at you.
“Konig.. Would it be okay if i stayed here with you? I’m a little freaked out about this enormous house.”
Dumbly, Konig nodded. Panicking immediately as his erection pulsated now, hidden by the band of his own boxer briefs.
The bed itself was a king, fit for a king but he was no small man. So fitting you two would be..interesting.
“Is this okay?” you whispered as you curled into bed. Laying next to each other he could not take his eyes off of you.
He nodded again, feeling his own shyness rise. A terrible time for anxiety when your inches away from giving away your erection. He wore grey sweats that slung off his hips.
“Can you keep me warm tonight, Konig?” you say his name the way he taught you. Your lips close to him. He reaches over to you to turn off the lamp, removing his sniper hood.
His arm brushes your side, you bite your lip. Hoping he notices. Braless. Pantiless in his shirt. In his bed.
You were his all along.
Reaching back you grab his hand.
“Can i place it on my hip?” you asked and you can feel the smile on his face.
His resolve breaking as his hand slides from your hip feeling it and tracing his fingers at hem of the shirt.
“Do you take me for a fool schatze? He tilts his head down to meet your gaze, his blue eyes piercing even in the dead of night. “I know there are no panties beneath this shirt..” His voice almost a whisper and almost a groan “what have you been doing in my shirt sweet girl?”
“I was fucking myself..” you say now, your lips softly kissing his nose. His cupid bow.
He inhales sharply through his teeth placing his hand on the back of your head.
“Scheisse.” he groans pulling your mouth to his in a kiss. Soft, searching at first then desparate. Needy. Clinging. He had to devour you. Had to have you. Right then. In his shirt. Naked. In this bedroom. Forever.
“I need you.” you pant as his kisses finger your neck, your throat. He cups your breast through the shirt quickly discovering that too. Is frictionless. He presses himself eagerly against your body. The two of you panting. Finally, you can feel his excitement through his sweats. He was enormous. Your heart nearly stops as he slides over you, tower over you and on his elbows placing his stomach down between your thighs. Rewarding you with the pressure of his body on yours.
“Yesss” you hiss achingly tensing and resting your legs at his sides.
Konig began to sweep his stomach side to side right up against your swollen clit. Your wetness now smeared against him as he reaches down.
“Already so soaked liebling?”
You pant, nodding bringing his fingers to your lips sucking eagerly and guiding his hand to your pussy.
His hand covered it just feeling it pulse against his palm.
“What do you need?” He teases sweetly against your ear now. Devouring his control over you.
“Taste me.” you mewl, fingers curled into his hair. He peppers soft nips through the shirt onto your skin rubbing his face, stubble against your inner thigh and inhaling deeply. Your eyes roll back, fingers curling at his possessive bite just beside your pussy.
“Taste this now?” He says wickedly, you nod as he takes one long lick at you and you nearly float above your body.
“All of me.”
In moments your knees are around your ears, tshirt long forgotten as it falls up to your chin. Heels to the sky he begins to tongue fuck you. His mouth covering your entire pussy, your toes curl as you scream in pleasure. His lips, tongue and fingers intermittently stroking your g spot. Each lap eager and hungrier than the last.
“Dont…fucking..stop..” you pant as he watches you through your thighs holding you by your calves in each hand.
“Not until your squirting on my tongue.” he grits out.
Your eyes roll back, between his hungry eyes and your body consulving to his hunger tongue you are lost. Floating and tensing, everything begins to blur. Your moans go from pleading to incoherent babbling, you cum violently against his mouth. Helpess and yearning. He is there to catch you as you burst, drinking you in. holding your hips as they float down. Each drop of you now owned by him. He peppers kisses along your thighs as you come back to your body, your hands cupping his cheek, greedily kissing him.
His sated cock now touching your thigh. You see red.
You immediately lean up, gently guiding him to his back and sitting on top, holding the back of his head you stare into his eyes, lowering his sweat pants just to his hips and lower yourself onto his cock. Inch by inch you pant, stretching you out you’re slow at first. Hand on his clavicle, his throat. Inch by inch he is yours and he whimpers.
“Shatze you don’t have to…ahhhh..” he groans his cock flexing inside of you. Immediately ripping his sweats off.
“I want to… I need to fuck you ..” you say, the wet slap of your ass on his thigh as you begin to ride him. The way you need to. The way you’ve dreamt of. He is puddy in your hands and your strokes become longer, on your tip toes now you bounce your ass like you were taught. Grip his hair lovingly, kiss and bite at his throat and he is bouncing you in his lap. His cock fully immersed now in you. Giving himself to you. Trying not to hurt you but you are riding him harder with each thrust and his fingers begin to dig into your backside. A stray finger circling your asshole.
Closing your eyes finally you give in, the vulgar noises pushing you closer to each edge as you feel his own pulsations grow quicker. He’s going to cum, hard and he needs to be able to take you the way he want.
Konig is lost now too, his hands are on your hips slamming you down greedily and you nearly collapse onto him as each wet slap grows harder and slower before he lets out one last shout, spilling his cum into you. His orgasm triggers your own, he is so raw and needy beneath you. Everything you want. You burrow your nose into his neck rolling your hips with each wave of your orgasm before falling against him trembling.
Konig holds you, arm around your waist and shoulders wordlessly. Possessively.
You burrow into him, wanting this warmth to never end. Needing it to be real.
Please be real.
Your last thought before drifting into a deep warm sleep. The only soft noise of his kisses on the bridge of your nose. Before he,himself, falls asleep inside of you.