König Shorts | Fem!Reader

YOU'RE HIS LITTLE SECRET

You weren't even sure what eye contact was anymore.

Yours were rolled so far back you could've been blind.

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It was late, he had been sat there in the dimly lit armoury, cloth in hand, cleaning blood off his gun. The fluid, careful, precise movements of his fingers mesmerised you, a mind entranced before you knocked the open door. You were here for something, but you'd since forgotten.

All his heavier gear was off, his vest, his gloves, his arm shields, discarded on the floor. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, exposing his muscular forearms which flexed as he moved. Even seated, he was tall, having to lean over to work; when standing he loomed over a foot taller than you. He was powerful, he was huge. It made your delicate pussy throb with desire.

Knuckles raised to the door, but he broke the silence before they made contact.

"Come in, Schatz."

Fuck. The nickname, so insignificant if it didn't roll roll off his tongue dripping with ownership like that. You walked over to him cautiously, quietly. He continued to work, not ever looking up. His perception was unparalleled, and it still terrified you.

"What do you want?"

"I don't... I..."

"Ah, meine kleine Maus."

The way his eyes crinkled told you he was smiling at you, mockingly, underneath that hood. A deep laugh accompanied his amused expression, rumbling out of him. He liked the way you just became so pathetic when he addressed you, the way you squirmed. It stirred that massive cock of his. You looked down at him from where you stood, and he reached up, gently brushing your cheek.

"Do you need something or are you just so desperate you had to come back for more?"

His touch made your cunt bloom, you could feel it swelling up, getting wetter, fucking aching for him.

He twisted his hand up into your hair and pulled. Not politely. Your scalp raised in response to how hard his fingers yanked the strands. He ran his hand down the lengths, wrapping the makeshift ponytail around his fist, a firm hold, it gave you nowhere to go.

He could feel the muscles straining, tensing. A crystal droplet of pre cum oozing out the tip of his cock, as it was growing harder with each moment. Then, he stood up, never letting you go. It tilted your head back, forced to look at him. He maintained that intense eye contact the entire time, the soft material of his hood brushing your face as it fell forwards before he straightened upright.

God, it was so hard it hurt as it pushed against the material of his trousers.

He slipped his sniper hood off and put it over your head in reverse; there was no where to see, no where to breathe from. His hand wrapped around your neck, pulling it tight, so fucking tight over your mouth that each breath become more difficult than the last. He squeezed his fingers, sending you into a hedonistic turmoil, stars creeping into the edges of your blacked-out vision.

The way the other senses heightened when one was removed was an evolutionary amazement. You heard him pick up his knife, you felt him press it against the hood as the material waved in and out from between your lips as you took each breath.

"Open."

You did. He pressed it in, slicing a gap just large enough to ease the passage of air.

Before you could catch some oxygen he trailed the tip of the blade down your bottom lip, your chin, your neck, your chest, your navel, hooking it into your belt, pulling it undone.

Ears heard him as he put it back down on the table, as he placed a foot between yours, making your stance wider, his hand cupping your cunt through the material of your trousers, pressing his fingertips in.

He knew exactly where the entrance to you was.

It made you start to sweat, hearing obscured by an increasing, heavy heart rate.

"Tell me what you came here for, Schatz."

You couldn't even articulate the words, you couldn't even think, as he buried his fingertips in the fibres, pushing them up, pushing them in. He leaned down, pulling you up at the same time, humming in your ear.

"Schatz."

You knew the dampness was seeping through to his touch as moans caught in your throat on their way out of your mouth. And just as suddenly as he let you go, he lifted you onto the desk he had been working at, swiftly releasing his cock, desperate to give it to you.

It pulsated in your palm as he wrapped your fingers around it. They didn't even meet your thumb as you palmed it, the sheer girth no easier to handle than last time. It made your walls pulse, your saliva pool, your lips throb with starvation. You were his little secret.

He took the material of the hood into his hand behind your head, tightening again, pulling forwards, tearing the slice open further with his fingers, ramming them into your mouth, twilring them on your tongue, against your soft palate, removing them, replacing them with his cock.

He pushed your limits, thrusting into you, fucking your face, your sopping wet mouth with it's jaw unlocked to take him. Tears welled in your eyes, rolled down your face as you fought the need to gag all over him, streaks forming through the material as he told you how good you were. 

You felt it quiver against your lips, salt touch your tongue, before he pulled away with a groan, a trail of precum and saliva following as it left your mouth. You felt empty as he let the hood go, taking it off your head with his hand. His light eyes were swallowed by dilated pupils.

"So, is this what you came for, Schatz?"

You nodded as he wiped a tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb, licking it off slowing as he stared down at you. He rubbed his fingers up and over your drenched pussy, evident by how damp your trousers now were, pressing harder as they slid over your clit making you almost collapse into a little pitiful heap from pleasure.

"Then let me give it to you."