Late Night Talking: König x Reader

Chapter 10 - Moody

I wake up with the scent of warm leather and musk filling my nose. I slowly open my eyes and see a broad chest covering my vision, which is full of scars, and that shoulder-to-chest tattoo that makes my mouth water. I have to stop ogling this man, or else I'm going to make decisions without really even knowing this guy.

As I stir in my spot, I hear König groan. Oh sweet Jesus, that sound isn't helping my prudeness.

I push myself up and out of his grasp, sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching upwards. My shirt lifts up, exposing my underwear and some of my stomach, and I hear König moan behind me.

A bare forearm wraps itself around my torso, pulling me to König's chest. He places himself in the nook of where my shoulder meets my neck and breathes into my ear. I can feel some of his warm breath through his mask, making me shiver.

"Mmm, don't do that." He says, slowly exhaling. "I just woke up, I'm fighting other urges, and you're not helping."

After he finishes his sentence, I swear I hear a low growl come out of him, but maybe I'm just hearing things.

"Do I have to worry about being safe in my own home?" I ask, a little irritated that he can't control himself.

"Nein, I'd never act on any of my impulses. I'd leave if I couldn't control myself." He says, trailing down to my shoulder.

I feel his mouth through his mask, placing tiny kisses in his wake. It's been a while since I've felt intimacy like this, just being touched with no double meanings behind it.

"König, you're very touchy." I say, looking back at him.

If he had puppy ears and a tail, I swear they'd be drooped right now. He lets go of me and gives me this defeated look that reminds me of a dog being scolded.

"I don't mind it..." I say, trailing off.

His mood lifts, and he's back to himself, a normal man and not a giant puppy. Although, it's felt like I adopted a dog since he's shown up.

"Good to know, Schatz." König says, trailing his arm down from my waist and to my thigh, placing his hand on it and lightly grabbing it.

"König..." I bite back a breathy exhale as I say his name.

I regain my sense of control within a couple of milliseconds. "Why are you so gentle now, but back in the grocery store, like a month or two ago, you were so rough?" I ask.

"I told you, but I guess I didn't explain myself well." He sighs. "I just had a really strong feeling when I met you, and I took it negatively. I'm sorry."

"What?" I ask, turning my head to look at him again.

"I'll tell you some other time." He says, retracting his touches and laying back down on the bed.

"That's not very fair." I say, standing up and furrowing my brows.

"How so?" König asks behind me, staying still.

"Because if you have a feeling about me, I think I deserve to know it." I say, getting irritated.

"You don't deserve to know anything." König replied, spitting the words out like they were laced with venom.

"I feel like I deserve to know what my house guest felt strongly about me on the first day we ever came into contact. Especially because on that day you literally grabbed me in the middle of the store." I say, turning around to face the man. "If the feeling was so strong you had to grab a random woman, I feel like it needs to be shared." I say while my voice grows louder.

"I don't feel like that gives you the right to know why I did it." König replies.

The man moves to the side of the bed I'm standing in front of and sits there, placing his elbows on his knees to pierce through my soul with his eyes. If looks could kill, I feel like I'd be dead already. However, König doesn't need looks to kill. He could just snap me in half.

"How are my points not clear? I feel like those are perfectly valid reasons to tell me what you felt." I cross my arms as I finish.

"Why would that automatically make me tell you what I felt? I don't owe you anything." He states, his voice firm.

"I'm not trying to pry into your fucking life, I just want to know what your feeling was that made you grab me in the store." I say, my eyes moving frantically between his.

"I wouldn't tell you anything about my life anyway." His voice raised a little as he spoke.

"Great, so now you're back to not trusting me?" I ask sternly, my eyes trained on his.

"If you don't shut the fuck up, then yes, I'll be back to that point." He narrows his eyes when he finishes.

My jaw clenches as he disrespects me in my own home.

"Don't you ever talk like that to me." I demand. "Last night I slept the best I ever have because I was with you, and now you're going to throw it all away because I asked a simple question? Just because you can't open up? Can we not talk about our feelings like normal adults?" I finish with a soft shout.

"If you haven't noticed, I'm not a normal adult!" König yells, making the world stop for a minute.

My eyes widen as I stare at this man, or beast, realizing I really don't know who he is. I patched him up one time, he saved me from a crazy guy, he comforted me last night, but right now, I'm scared of him.

I feel as tiny as a mouse.

"I can tell with all your mood swings." I say, turning around, walking out the door, and slamming it shut.