König x Y/N | Fem : Private Affairs

The Agreement.

It was almost laughable how long this had been going on.

Another secret escapade, shamefully sealed away from the world around them.

König withdrew himself out of y/n.
She saw him turn away from her, as it were a routine his to hide his vulnerability from her when they finished.

The two of them slowly caught their breath, her succulent nectar still coaxed around his cock. König was heard clearing his throat when he reached over to one of his office drawers, pulling out a tissue from a tissue box, discreetly wiping away any evidence of y/n that lingered.

The clanked slam of the drawer snapped y/n back to reality, coming off the high of her orgasm. In one motion y/n closed her legs to sit up fully before she hopped off König's desk.

Y/n pulled her black compression shirt down to cover her breasts, then slid back into her moss green, laced panties and combat cargo pants. At the same time, König quickly gather himself up, shoving his god-like cock back in place of his boxers, zipping his pants and buckling his belt up.

An uncomfortable silence between them began to build.

Y/n already knew what happens in this office, Stayed in this office.

There was that nagging feeling again...the same one, y/n felt after just a few months from their secret meet ups.

"Are we ever going to talk about...this?" She asks, breaking the palpable silence between them.

König let out a disdained snort as he didn't bother turning around to face y/n, instead he turned his head slightly back, giving her a powerful side glance. It was always a hard time reading him, the sniper hood he wore concealed almost every detail, with the only visible part were his pale blue eyes.

"I told you before, Klein Maus. This isn't to be discussed." He says dryly, throwing the used tissue away in a corner trash bin.

His words always stung in the right way — which kept her around.
König was only being as convenient when he wanted to be. Outside of their secret affair, he is cold and distant but when the time came...König made sure his deliverance would be enough to for another quick fuck.

This time, she wasn't having it. Y/n wanted more than that. She deserved more of an answer.

"No, I'm tired of sneaking around, König...," Y/n spewed out, her hands balled into fists turning her knuckles white.
"Why do you insist on keeping us a secret?"

"It's for all the right reasons, mein schatz. This isn't something we can just share with everyone." König rebuttal, maintaining the same tone as he tried to take control of conversation.
Although, he did make a valid point.

He was a Colonel after all...

He finally turned around to look at y/n, his eyes narrowed in at her with an unwavering gaze.
"Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

Y/n scoffed at him before swallowing against the small lump in her throat.
"At least admit that there's more to this?" Her voice was thin-sounding, fighting against the pang in her chest.

König took a moment to process her words as he saw her eyes glossing over. This was a conversation he wanted to steer clear from...
His hand came up under his hood to pinch and rub the inner corner of his eyes.
He was aware that her feelings for him ran deeper than she let on, although he refused to admit anything...

"Y/n..." he sighed, walking over to her to place his hand on y/n's shoulder, pulling her in for a reassuring embrace. König's his chin on top of her head."What did we say in the beginning of this ordeal? Hm?"

Naturally, y/n's arms encircled around his waist as König's cologne, the woody aroma surrounding her. As sentimental as it was, the warmth of his body was comforting, nevertheless the underlying tension felt suffocating. His muscular arms tightened around y/n with conviction and possessiveness.
Y/n's heart pounded, hesitating to answer the question, She was fully aware what they agreed upon.

König lip twitched, growing impatient by the lack of her response. His hand grabbed each of side of y/n's cheeks, the rubber of the tactical gloves he wore dug into her skin, forcing her to look up at him. Y/n's hand instinctively came up and held tightly onto his wrist.

"What. Did. We. Say?" His tone was more chilling as his piercing blue eyes bore into her's. König felt the vexation boiling his blood as he watched y/n making an effort to break away from his grasp.

Y/n's eyes closed shut as she didn't want to say it out loud. However, his grip on her face only tightened at each passing minute.

"If I have to fucking repeat myself..." König growled, tilting her head up to where the placement of his lips were behind his mask, inches away from her ear.
The throbbing pain eventually made y/n reach her breaking point...

"If any one us caught feelings...it would ruin everything."