The Doctor (König x reader)

19 - sweet honey (🌶️)

We planned our honeymoon in the Maldives.

Renting out a small but luxurious cabin out in the water did not come cheap. Well, it was König's idea—personally, I didn't want anything fancy as long as I got to be with him. His argument was: "My wife deserves the best," and who am I to say no to him.

We brought our luggage in, putting it at the foot of the very big bed. I plop down on it, spreading out my limbs, and sigh at the pleasure of my muscles relaxing. I hear König chuckle.

"You tired, schatz?" He asks, amusement laced in his voice.
"Not at all," I get up slightly and lean on my forearms, "are you?" I grin.

He shakes his head, smiling mischievously. Just what is in his head?

König crawls on the bed, now on top of me. He leans in and kisses me on the corner of my mouth, his breath tickling my cheek, making me smile. He continues to leave kisses on my cheek, jaw, and neck.

"What are you doing?" I ask quietly.
"Mm, nothing," he says in between kisses.
"Honey, it's noon," I chuckle.

He looks at me suddenly, his eyes showing his inner turmoil. He glances at my lips, then into my eyes.

"I don't think I can wait any longer," he says lowly. I put my hand on his cheek, caressing it gently. He leans into my touch, making my heart pound.

"Let's wait until it's dark. It'll be more romantic," I say, a smile playing on my lips. If only I knew how it was actually going to go.

He groans, but complies nonetheless. He has never been one to be able to say no to me.
He kisses my forehead and gets off me, leaving the bedroom to take a shower. We planned to go to dinner in a restaurant back on shore.

—

I put on an elegant white summer dress, flowing and tight in all the right places. It's quite long, to my knees. König put on a white shirt, leaving the first two buttons unbuttoned, and brown slacks that perfectly accentuate his butt.

He couldn't keep his hands off of me while we walked to the restaurant, his hands wandering from my waist to my ass, squeezing it at times. I lightly smack him on the shoulder as he does it again.

"Honey, people will see," I scold him, but he doesn't take it seriously because I'm smiling.
"Let them see. I want everyone to see how sexy my wife is," he leans down suddenly and lifts me up by my thighs. I yelp, holding onto his shoulders. He spins me around, making me laugh. He puts me back down and kisses my neck, his hands squeezing my waist. My hands rest on his chest, bunching up his shirt unknowingly. I'm happy that he is my husband.

"Honey," I whisper, his nickname trying to come out as a threat but instead it leaves my lips as a sigh. He stops kissing my neck, a sheepish grin on his lips.

"Let's go," he pecks my lips, and takes my hand, interlocking our fingers. We sway our hands as we walk to the restaurant.

—

It all happened so quick.

I didn't know he can get this jealous.

After a few minutes of the waiter talking to me and giving his recommendations, König excused us and pushed me into the bathroom, a little roughly. He locked the door, and as I was about to ask what the hell he was doing, his lips met mine roughly.

His hands are on my face as his tongue dances against mine. This is different from the times he has kissed me. This kiss is full of hunger, lust, jealousy. Which, I must admit, turns me on. My hands find his hair, which was perfectly styled but is now a bit of a mess. I pull on it slightly as we kiss, earning a low groan from him. Without breaking the kiss, he lifts me up by my thighs and sets me down on a low shelf for decorations, not before sliding the decorations off of it. He settles himself between my thighs. Thank goodness they weren't glass or something fragile.