A Little Death - König / Ghost x Reader

Apologizing

My first two months in the field had been very successful. I still don't know how to define success in that case: saving the artifacts, facing Simon with every will I had, learning how to shoot again, or my sneaky little adventures with Konig... who has been so hard to resist lately. We spend most of our time together. If I am not digging graves or if he isn't at the field, then we're together. I don't deal well with being distracted and he had no help with that whatsoever. Apparently, everyone knew about it... the thing we had, whatever they labeled it as. Simon definitely did, for the so-unfriendly stares he'd give me every now and then. Simon never tolerated being defeated, and that was my greatest achievement. He wasn't really in the picture anymore but he still did his best to spoil it for me.

"I like you. A lot." Konig whispered into my ear.

"Do you like me or do you like how I make you feel?"

He grinned, showing his adorable little dimples "Both. Maybe both. I don't know." he seemed overly flustered "What I am certain of is that I like you."

"I like you too," I said, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek, "I was pretty sure you'd grow on me the first moment I saw you." I said, huskily "Well, there was really nothing to see under all that disguise but I felt very drawn to you for some reason."

He giggled and buried his face in my neck, marking it as his. Whenever Konig is flustered or unable to respond back as nicely, he'd just kiss me instead. That was his way with 'words'. He's been doing that for the past few days, and I'd always forget to cover up the aftermath, so I have to deal with the embarrassment that comes along with it.

"And now, I am growing on you. Literally." He smirked and pointed down to his crotch which was slowly getting bigger.

"Not now, big guy," I said, scooting over.

"I am sorry. I can't help it," he said, "It just feels so good."

I run my hand all over his bare back, gently feeling up the scars, and leading my hand to his fuzzy hair. 

"You know your cargos are way too tight around here, right?" I said, groping his bulge.

"And you haven't been helping with lately," he gasped.

"Hey," I playfully pinched him "I really have trouble staying focused when Soap tells me what to do. I can't help but look at you." I leaned in for a kiss "Maybe if you controlled yourself I would stay focused.

"You tease me a lot."

"And I always will so stop complaining."

He slid his hand into my pants, feeling how wet I was. My eyes instantly closed and I shook my head, but he just kept nodding as if agreeing with how good it felt. He then proceeded to stroke his cock through his pants, revealing how pent-up he was for me. 

"You're so naughty," I said as he kissed me, "You can't do this to me now. I really have to go."

"I know," he said, flicking  his fingers between my wet folds, "Maybe if I just... make you think of it for the next few hours we're not together."

He positioned himself on his side and got closer to me till our mouths were locked; one hand stroking himself, the other determined to make me cum in no time. 

"Watch me pump my cock fucking stupid for you," he whispered into my mouth, fueling the heat between us "Look at it, baby. Look how big it is for you. It's all yours."

"Trust me. Not now," I assured, kissing him still.

He pressed a long, warm kiss on my cheek just before leaving, promising he'd be there.