Call of Duty Oneshots

Jealousy. (Konig x Reader) 🔞

TW: Sexual themes.

You casually poured a drink into the red solo cup, feeling the rhythmic beat of the music vibrating through the room. The celebration was in full swing, and your teammates were enjoying themselves. As you moved through the crowd, a sense of awareness told you that Konig's eyes were fixed on you. You could feel his gaze tracing your every step, and without needing to turn around, you knew he was watching you. Konig was watching you from across the room; he watched the way your hips moved side to side when you walked.

It had been a week since you last slept together, and you made a conscious effort not to let your eyes meet his. Konig, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the opportunity to play games. Upon your arrival at the party, he took a seat next to a girl on the couch, sparking a conversation. You recognized the familiar pattern – a deliberate attempt to make you jealous.

You sipped your drink, a subtle smile playing on your lips as you observed the scene in your peripheral. The birthday boy approached you, and you shifted your focus to him. If Konig wanted to play games, you were more than willing to join in.

"Y/n, I'm so glad you made it," Askel smiled, wrapping you in a warm hug that lingered for a few precious seconds.

"I couldn't miss your birthday," you replied with a smile, turning towards the drink table. Pouring two shots, you offered one to Askel. "Take a shot with me?" a playful grin on your face.

He mirrored your grin, picking up a shot from the table. The glasses clinked gently before you both downed the tequila. As you noticed a droplet of the drink escape the corner of Askel's mouth, you couldn't resist. With a mischievous smile, you reached up and swiped at it with your finger, bringing the tequila-laced digit to your lips.

Konig seethed with a jealous rage, his eyes burning as he watched your lips close around your finger, lightly sucking. The girl next to him continued to talk, but he never cared to listen to her in the first place; he just wanted to push your buttons, as he always enjoyed doing. A smug smirk played on Askel's lips, and it nearly pushed Konig over the edge.

Your gaze had only met his once since you arrived, and that was enough to fuel his frustration. Your attention should be on him, not another man. Konig's eyes followed you as you took Askel's hand, leading him towards the couch, intensifying the simmering jealousy within him.

The girl tapped on Konig's shoulder, and he flinched away from her touch. He despised it when anyone but you touched him; it never felt right. Konig took deep breaths as you shifted closer to Askel when he made you laugh. Every so often, you brushed your hand over his shoulder, and he struggled to retain his composure.

Konig's restraint reached its breaking point when Askel put his hand on your bare thigh. Rising abruptly, he walked over to you, grabbing your hand and dragging you into an empty room. You attempted to pull your arm out of his grasp, but he swiftly turned around, grabbing your chin.

"I'm taking you home."

"I don't want to go home; I was having fun with Askel." Konig's eyes bore into you with anger when you mentioned him. "What happened to that blonde girl?"

"That girl meant nothing to me. You know I like seeing you when you're upset." Konig backed you up against the wall, and his hand slowly moved from your chin to your throat. You despised the way his touch ignited a fire within you. His voice was husky as he leaned down to your ear. "No other girl will have my attention, only you." His hand slid up your neck, cupping your jaw and angling your head so your lips met his. Your lips moved against his as he pushed you further against the wall. You felt his arousal against your leg, and you sighed into the kiss. "Let me take you home and show you why I'm better than him, why I'll always be better than any man." You looked up at him with heavy lids and slowly nodded. The ride back to your place was quick and the second you got to your bedroom, you were ripping each other's clothes off.