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Konig x (Fem)reader - Domestic Bliss

A/n: So, for the sake of us all being on the same page about what I picture him looking like, I've put a photo in the header. No, the cat ears are not a headcanon, this is the only picture I could find of this specific face. The artwork is not mine, the storyline is.

~Begin~

The sun filtered through the sheer curtains of your window, creeping onto the soft, plush covers. A sliver of the light shone across the pair of bodies entangled in the soft bedspread. 

You shuffled slightly, a soft smile creeping across your face when you realized your fianceé, König had come home late in the night from a party he had been at with his friends. His enormous frame curled around you, like a dog would with his favorite toy. You turned, draping your legs over his hips and gazing at his face.

His dirty blonde hair was mussed from sleep, and the rims of his eyelids held a faint staining of black from the camo makeup he would wear on missions. You smiled, thinking to yourself that it looked like he had just poorly washed off some waterproof mascara. His big, heavy arm rested limply on your waist, the other tucked under his head. 

Your eyes traced the various scars across his visage, your eyebrows drawing together in concern when you saw a new one on his cheekbone. It was relatively small, but it looked much deeper than you would have liked it to. You would've liked it not to be there at all. You slid your hands into his hair, gently rubbing the bone that sat behind his ear, knowing that he often got headaches. You felt his body relax in his sleep slightly, a soft groan escaping his lips. You smiled, scratching at the hair of his fade, realizing that his hair needed a trim or he would start complaining that his ears tickled.

König stirred softly, his eyes fluttering open. The morning light struck his shining pools of blue, his face scrunching up as he squinted.

"Scheiße, es ist hell," He groaned, shuffling forward and hiding his face in your hair. You chuckled softly, cupping his jaw and looking up to plant a kiss on his throat.

"Good morning my love," You whispered, smiling and huffing softly as his hold on you tightened slightly.

"Guten morgen, mein liebling," He says softly, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

"How was the party last night? Were you out super late?" You ask softly. He shakes his head.

"Nein, I had a few drinks and then they brought in a stripper, so I left," Fingers traced the curve of your spine gently, "Incredibly distasteful of them to do such a thing." He huffed, his nose pressing into the curve of your jaw, just underneath your ear.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

"Why is it distasteful?" 

He pulled back and looked at you like you had just grown a second head.

"How is it distasteful? Schatzi," He kissed his teeth, "Why are you asking such a thing? Are you looking at strippers all the time?" He asked, his accent thick with faux annoyance.

You laughed and shook your head.

"No, I just wanted to know what you thought about it." You replied, smiling in amusement. He blushed, his lips stretching thin.

"Well, it is distasteful... because... I have... you. To look at. I need no other." He said, his face a mix of embarrassment and exasperation.

"Is that so?" You purred, scooting in closer and biting your lip, "and, you enjoy... looking at me?"

His face turned even redder and he chuffed a bit.

"Of course I do, I enjoy... I do enjoy that." He mumbles, a soft pout on his lips. "There... there is no other I enjoy looking at more. You are a goddess to me." He whispered, shyly looking down at you as you lay in his arms. He propped himself up on his arm, huffing softly as you tried to sit up. He pressed his palm on your chest gently, pushing you slowly back onto the mattress.