Call of duty: One shots

The secret invitation [König] Pt.2

2163 words of just pure smut.

I couldn't focus for the rest of the day after Professor König slipped me that note in class. It was simple yet electrifying: "Meet me in my office after school." The anticipation coiled in my stomach as the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes.

With trembling hands and a racing heart, I made my way down the familiar hallway to his office. Each step felt like an eternity, my mind swirling with a thousand thoughts and possibilities. Did he feel the same way I did? Was this just a meeting about my grades, or something more?

I stood before his office door, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I knocked gently. "Kommen Sie herein," his deep voice called from within.

Pushing open the door, I entered cautiously. There he was, Professor König, sitting behind his desk, looking impeccably sharp in his tailored suit with a hint of a German accent coloring his words. His eyes met mine with a mixture of warmth and intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Guten Tag, meine Süße," he greeted me softly, his voice sending a jolt of electricity through the air.

"Hello, Professor," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

He gestured for me to take a seat across from him, his gaze never leaving mine. The air between us crackled with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires.

I sat down, feeling the weight of his gaze on me. There was a charged silence as he studied me, as if trying to read every thought that raced through my mind.

"You look... wunderschön," he said sincerely, his voice low and husky.

Heat rushed to my cheeks at his compliment, and I struggled to find the right words. "Thank you," I murmured, my pulse quickening with each passing second.

The tension in the room was palpable, thick with desire and anticipation. I could feel Professor König's eyes on me, his presence overwhelming yet strangely comforting.

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on the desk. "My dear," he began, his voice a mere whisper, "there's something between us, isn't there?"

I nodded slowly, unable to tear my gaze away from his. "Yes," I admitted breathlessly, the truth hanging in the air between us.

His lips curved into a knowing smile, a spark of something primal flickering in his eyes. "I'm glad," he murmured sincerely, almost to himself.

Before I could react, he stood up and crossed the room in a few swift strides. In an instant, he was standing before me, his presence engulfing me entirely. Without a word, he reached out and gently traced the curve of my cheek with his fingertips, sending a thrill down my spine.

I closed my eyes briefly, savoring the sensation of his touch. When I opened them again, he was gazing at me with an intensity that stole my breath away.

"Schatz," he whispered, his voice rough with desire, "may I kiss you?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with implications. My heart hammered in my chest as I nodded silently, giving him the permission we both yearned for.

And then, in the quiet sanctuary of his office, our lips finally met, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between us for far too long.

The kiss was gentle yet filled with a raw, unspoken passion that had been building between us for months. His lips were warm against mine, his touch tender yet firm as he deepened the kiss, pulling me closer. I melted into him, feeling the heat of his body against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.
As our kiss deepened, Professor König's hands traced the curve of my jaw, sending shivers down my spine.
His fingers tangled in my hair, holding me gently yet possessively. Every touch, every caress spoke volumes of desire and longing that had simmered beneath the surface, now unleashed in this moment of intimacy.