Call Of Duty x Reader ||Open Requests||

Konig x Reader (Spicy)

The KorTac base in Al Mazrah stood under the oppressive heat of the desert sun, its walls seemingly impervious to the scorching rays. In the midst of this arid outpost, Konig, a seasoned soldier with a stoic demeanor, found himself standing outside a familiar door. The nameplate simply read 'Quarters 7,' a place that held significance beyond its numerical label.

Konig took a deep breath, his hand raised to knock on the door. He could feel the weight of his emotions pressing against his chest, the knowledge that what lay beyond that door had the power to both lift his spirits and send them plummeting. With a resolute exhale, he rapped his knuckles against the metal surface.

You'd been standing in your floor to ceiling windows for the past ten minutes, just staring out at the desert below and taking in the sun on your skin. The heat felt good against the cool air conditioning of the room. You like to keep your room around seventy-two degrees. Cold but not too cold.

As you stand there in your window, you hear the knock sounding on your door and you quickly look at the time on your phone. It reads 7:15 pm. You weren't expecting anyone, especially not at this hour but, without questioning it too much you make your way to the door to open it and see who it is.

"Hey, it's pretty lat- Oh... Hi..." You blush and stammer a little bit, surprised at exactly who it is. You'd been in Al Mazrah all your life, but you had been at the KorTac base only a few years. You had worked with this man since you started, he'd trained you and you had fallen for him the second that he showed any interest in you. He noticed your love of languages and spoke to you in German.

He knew what it did to you and so he did it on purpose.

Now, here he stands. In front of you.

A moment passed before you registered Konig's presence fully. His blue eyes met yours, a hint of vulnerability softening their normally stern gaze. He's always wearing that damned mask and he won't ever take it off. You'd tried and he had pinned you to the training mat in front of everyone when you had so much as touched it.

" Guten Abend, mein Herz," Konig greeted, his voice a low murmur in the quiet hallway. ("Good evening, my heart.")

You blinked again, caught off guard by the endearment. It wasn't the first time he'd used such words, but the sincerity in his tone still managed to tug at your heartstrings. Not only that but it made butterflies start to flutter in your stomach at the sound of his voice. The way he called you his heart just gave everything in you a jolt.

"H-hey, Konig," you responded, a small smile playing on your lips. His use of German was a constant reminder of the layers beneath his tough exterior. You look him up and down for a moment, taking in how he doesn't have his normal gear on. The outline of his dog tag shows beneath his skin tight black t-shirt. As your eyes roam down, you notice the outline of his muscles on his stomach. You usually see him in full gear but right now you're just in awe.

"May I come in?" he asked, a subtle edge of nervousness in his voice. The vulnerability in his eyes grew more apparent, a silent plea for understanding. It brings you back from your thoughts and your eyes shoot back up to his your blush deepening and your heart nearly stopping as you hoped he didn't notice the way you'd just looked at him.

"Of course," you said, stepping aside to allow him entry. As he walked into your room, you couldn't help but wonder what prompted this visit. The air was thick and it seemed to make your breathing a bit labored. As you took a deep breath and closed the door behind him, you see him stop just a few feet in front of you.

Konig turned to face you, his gaze unwavering. "Ich wollte nur sicherstellen, dass es dir gut geht." ("I just wanted to make sure you're doing well.")

A mix of emotions danced in his eyes-concern, affection, and a touch of something deeper. You nodded appreciatively, grateful for his genuine care. A shiver rushes down your spine as he speaks and you swallow hard, not sure what is about to come of this visit.

"Everything's fine, Konig," you reassured, though the unspoken question lingered in the air. Why now? Why this visit?

He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "Es gibt etwas, über das ich mit dir sprechen muss." ("There's something I need to talk to you about.")

And in that moment, the weight of his feelings hung heavy in the room, and you couldn't help but feel that the course of your relationship was about to take a turn, one way or another.

The room seemed to close in as Konig took measured steps towards you. With each deliberate move, your heart quickened its pace, the excitement coursing through your veins. You took a step back, and he followed, the air heavier with every step.

"K-konig, what's going on?" you inquired, your attempt at nonchalance betrayed by the blush that crept onto your cheeks. You could feel the proximity between you, the magnetic pull that defied any attempt to resist. He noted that look in your eyes, the fear, the excitement. He liked it when you were flustered, he had no reason not to. You were so cute.

He closed the distance further, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he continued to encroach upon your personal space. "Es gibt so viel, worüber wir nie gesprochen haben," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. ("There's so much we've never talked about.")

You swallowed hard, acutely aware of the allure in his eyes. The foreign words slipped seamlessly into the conversation, adding an air of mystery to the unfolding moment. Another step back, and your back met the wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat building within. His hand reached up, gently tilting your chin upward to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes held you captive, a silent acknowledgment of the emotions that had lingered unspoken for far too long.

"Du ahnst nicht, wie sehr ich dich will," he whispered, his breath caressing your ear. ("You have no idea how much I want you.")

The words were laden with desire, a seductive promise that hung in the air, leaving a trail of shivers creeping down your spine. With no idea what to do with your hands, you reach out to him as he gets into arms reach. Your hands meet with solid muscle hidden beneath his shirt. He chuckles when he feels how cold your hands are through the thin fabric. Konig leans in further, his lips brushing against the curve of your earlobe, and you couldn't suppress the shudder that coursed through you. His proximity, the whispered words, and the sensual cadence of his voice had you captivated, even as you feigned composure.

He doesn't pull back as he reaches up to tug on the top of his mask, pulling it up and off his head. Your heart stops at the action but you don't dare to move, to look, to do anything that could potentially end this moment.

"Was würdest du sagen, wenn ich dir sage, dass ich dich schon so lange begehre?" he continued, his lips now tracing a delicate path down your neck. ("What would you say if I told you I've desired you for so long?")

The room seemed to spin as his warm breath danced along your skin, and you struggled to maintain your facade of indifference. His hands found their way to the small of your back, drawing you even closer. Your body melts under his touch. His hands warm against your skin when he slides them under your shirt to meet the small of your back. If he wasn't there to hold you with those hands, you would have fell flat to the floor.

Before your body gives in, he slides his hands down to your ass and smirks, though your eyes are closed and you can't see it. But you hear it when he chuckles and lifts you up by your hips. As you wrap your legs around his waist your eyes open for only a moment before his lips meet yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself but he has you pinned against the wall and your legs around his waist, you're not going anywhere. He doesn't pull away too far from your lips to speak.

"Kannst du spüren, wie sehr du mich brauchst?" he whispered, his voice a silk-like caress. ("Can you feel how much you need me?") The question hung in the air, a challenge that left no room for evasion. You, in fact, could feel how much you needed him but you wouldn't dare tell him, not unless he made you.

As he leaned in, the space between you diminished until there was no room for denial, only the undeniable truth that the moment you had both danced around had arrived.

You are in love with him and he's in love with you.

((Alright, my first one. It's been a while since I've done an x reader so go easy on me... Or don't and let me know exactly what I need to do to make them better!))