Touch in the Dark- König x fem! Reader

9- Pain

A/n: nsfw

"Mmmhh.. please," König groaned, his hips slowly moving against mine. I smirked, kissing up and down his neck, focusing on his adam's apple which made him squirm and moan.

"Only because you're asking so nicely." I bit into his shoulder gently, his hands moving from my thighs to my back, his nails digging in. He muttered some German, looking up at me in lust. He braced me against him, picking me up with his hips, and switching us to where he was on top.

"Close your eyes," he ordered. I looked up at him, "And if I don't?"

"I will make you," He smirked, flustering me. I never expected such confidence from him. I could feel the breath catch in my throat.

"Do it," I whispered. Hearing him make a little noise before he covered my eyes with his hand, I listened to him shift around feeling the fabric next to me. The next thing I felt was his lips against mine, against my neck, pulling my shirt down to reach my collarbone. I couldn't help but shiver under his touch, his other hand roaming, clearly wanting to explore but hesitant.

I lay under him, my shoulder starting to bear some of his weight as he leaned against me. I hissed, breathing through my teeth in pain. He immediately lifted himself off of me.

"Was ist passiert? Habe ich dich verletzt? (What happened, did I hurt you?)" Panic rang through his voice. I kept my eyes closed as he removed his hand from my eyes, throwing his sniper hood back on.

"English," I barked in pain. "Please," I spoke softer realizing how sharp it came out.

"What is wrong?" He spoke again, his voice softer than before.

"My shoulder," I huffed, opening my eyes to see him on top of me, his sniper hood roughly over his face. He removed himself from me and examined my shoulder, earning a sharp hiss from me again.

"Let me take you to the doctor." Within one move he picked me up and adjusted me into his arms. All my protests were ignored as he quickly walked me out of his room, and rushed me to the infirmary. We arrived, and the room was empty and quiet. I sighed as he searched for the doctor, almost dragging him back to me.

The doctor examined my arm, grimacing at it for a moment. "You need stitches. How long has it been like this?" He inquired.

"About three days. The bullet is out and it's been cleaned daily," I informed him, the sickening feeling filling my stomach as he touches my shoulder and messed with it.

"It looks like it's infected. Why didn't you come earlier?" He seemed frustrated, running off to grab some other things to take care of me. I sighed, feeling like I was going to hurl. König gently snuck his hand into mine, rubbing my knuckles.

"I am sorry. This is my doing," He stated, his grey eyes full of sadness. I looked at him in confusion.

"How is this your fault? I was the one who got shot," I laughed, trying to ease the room.

"Because I was not there! I said I would protect you und ich habe es nicht getan. Ich bin ein wertloser Mann...(...and I didn't. I am a worthless man.)" He was having a panic attack again, clearly upset with himself. He stood up, pacing around the room. I couldn't understand anything he was saying as he swore at himself in German, rambling on about something.

"Hey." I grabbed his shoulder with my good arm. "This is not your fault. You did protect me. You took care of me and got the bullet out. You watched me for the last three days." He looked down at me, tears swelling into his eyes.

"I don't know the rest of what you said, but I promise you. I am in no way blaming you for this. Neither should you blame yourself. Our line of work is dangerous, things happen. You've done everything you could have and more. Everything is okay. Breathe with me." I brought him back to my seat, guiding him with deep breaths. He followed me, keeping his eyes on me. He always had this look of if he looked away I would disappear.

I could see a small defeated look in his eyes, as the doctor returned back into the room.

"Are you sure everything came out when you removed the bullet?" He looked at me, to which I nodded over to König. He gave an affirmative nod. The doctor sighed, shining a light into my wound, and investigating around with a flashlight.

"It was patched in the field. Never came to the infirmary because it seemed to be doing better for a short while." I commented, the pain shooting through my arm as he messed with my shoulder. I jerked my hand up to punch him but paused.

"Alright. Plan of action. Patch you up the rest of the way soldier, and I want you in daily for checkups. Rest that arm," He ordered, cleaning out my arm a little more. I sucked air through my teeth, feeling König grab my other hand.

"You can squeeze my hand. You will not hurt me." He leaned into my field of vision. I gripped his hand tightly, feeling as if I might just break it, but König didn't react. He just rubbed my hand as the medic cleaned the wound, stitched it up, and cleaned the exterior again.

"Again. I want you to rest. You can bust your stitches otherwise. And I won't be a happy man." He glared.

"For how long? I have to train as a sniper. I have like a month left to do so and I've made not much progress!" I realized it hitting me like a brick. He looked at me in confusion.

"At least two weeks. You can train meanwhile but nothing rough or strenuous. Don't be using that arm besides to hold something. No more than 20 pounds," He ordered, ignoring the shocked look on my face. I could feel a lump form in my throat.