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Hottie With A Sniper PT. 1

Pairing: Teammate! Konig x skilled sniper! black reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Synopis: König gets a little too excited on a mission🤭🤭

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Warnings: König speaking German that I'm not sure is completely accurate (and no it's not from Google Translate?), public sex, spanking (once), possessive nature between both characters (mostly König), teasing partner, the reader only using him but soon gets attached to the d, oral, breeding, dominate partner

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ WC: 1.6k

You and Konig were currently paired together while on a mission. You were a sniper a long side him, a better one, which is why you were paired with him. You were laid out on your stomach, hiding out in the bushes, sniper securely placed in your hands. Suddenly you felt a weight on your legs. You were about to say something, but the feeling of something significantly large and hard pressed against your ass kept you silent. You could hear heavy breathing and soft German curse words. Was König grinding on you? (he is).

You gulped as you kept your eyes trained on the mission but you couldn't ignore König even if you tried!

"K-König please I can't fuck this up" you stuttered attempting to block out his grinding.

König's grinding against your ass continued, his arousal evident through the friction and pressure against you. He didn't stop his actions, seemingly undeterred by your plea.

"Shh, relax, comrade. You won't fuck this up. I trust your skill," he murmured in his deep, German-accented voice, his words laced with a mix of reassurance and desire. His hands moved to grip your hips, holding you in place as he continued to grind against you, the heat and intensity building with each movement.

"Mhm~" You accidentally let slip before biting your lip. Feeling yourself break a sweat at how hard your teammate was making this whole situation.

You saw the target come into view as you readied your finger on the trigger waiting to get a clean shot. Except for König hands sliding up your waist and heading toward your breast.

If it weren't for the vest best believe he would be playing with it by now.

König's hands slid up your waist, fingers grazing against the fabric of your tactical vest. His touch was firm and confident, his intentions clear as he continued to grind against you. Despite the distraction, you managed to focus on the target, your finger hovering over the trigger.

At that moment, you made a split-second decision. With a surge of adrenaline, you pulled the trigger, the sound of the gunshot echoing through the air. The target fell, a clean shot hitting its mark.

"Good shot," König murmured, his voice husky with desire as he briefly paused his movements. His hands tightened their grip on your waist, his grinding becoming more urgent and deliberate.

Letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. The mission was done? Yea, you think so. I mean the targets are dead. What were you gonna do now?

You grinded back against König that's what.

Hearing a tear you panicked looking back just to see König taking your vest off. Seems he was impatient.

König's desire was palpable as he tore at your tactical vest, his movements filled with urgency. The fabric ripped, exposing your bare back and the straps of your combat gear. His hands greedily roamed over your exposed skin, his touch possessive and commanding.

"Let me have you," he whispered, his voice a low growl as he continued grinding against you, his arousal evident through the hardness pressing against your ass.